Morning Commute -- Feb. 10, 2010

Boston was theoretically getting a snowstorm today. The forecast turned out to be wildly wrong, but, in anticipation of snow that never came, I actually moved my car to a parking garage. This meant that, rather than getting on the C line, I hopped onto the D line. I got to the stop at 8:26 am, and I timed it perfectly, because a train was just pulling in. It was only mildly crowded, and it was one of those rare, uneventful trips on the T...except that someone near me was a smoker, judging by their smell. Is this another example of me being overly sensitive?