I got to the stop at 8:16, just as a fairly full train was pulling away. The next train came at 8:20, and I got on, and a man was sitting on the steps. I hate when people do this. It takes up so much space, and makes it so impossible to enter or exit the train without falling all over the place.
We got to Copley at 8:27, and I got a seat on the next train that came into Copley at 8:29. I got a seat, but, unusually, it was the first car that was less crowded than the second car, so I had to dash to get a seat. And then I was annoyed because I was sitting next to a Sprawler. However, when he got off at Park, I really looked at him for the first time and realized he was a kid, all dressed up in a suit, clinging to a resume folder, and then my heart softened and I felt bad. I hope he got the job.
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