Results tagged “mindyourmbtamanners”

We've been offering advice on appropriate MBTA behavior for a while now. Most of these lessons can apply to areas of life other than the T, and a lot of Bostonians (actually, mostly Brookliners, and especially people in Coolidge Corner) seem to be in need of today's lesson: how to use doors. more ›

We know what you do after hours. We can see you on your way from class to Centerfolds, carrying that mysterious duffel bag, mentally preparing for a night on six inch heels. Or maybe you've never set foot in a strip club, would never associate with those types (short of riding the T with them), can't imagine putting a dollar in a G string. Whatever your situation, you might still be guilty of that awful etiquette violation: riding the poles. more ›

Some of us take the escalator because we're lazy. When faced with an epic climb, as in Porter, we opt for the easy way out: standing. Others take the escalator because they have a need for speed: by stair-climbing and escalating simultaneously, you can get to your destination twice as fast (and, hopefully, avoid missing your train). more ›

Okay, okay, we get it. You work a very important job that does not allow you time to eat and thus you must pack your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in separate neoprene lunch totes (color-coded, of course) for consumption at your desk. You must then carry around all of these neoprene totes in a neoprene duffel. You must also carry around an additional duffel bag full of indeterminate items (presumably workout gear) to show others that You Work Out, or at least You Carry Around a Bag That Might Contain Workout Gear. And if you're a woman, naturally you need a massive purse (perhaps a Birkin, though that's so last year) as well, because women do love those. What's the final touch to your bag-laden (but certainly not bag lady) ensemble? Why, a neighbor on the MBTA to hit with your bag(s), of course! more ›

You'd think that winter, with its mittens and gloves, would save us from this wretched phenomenon, but sadly that has not been the case thus far. We hope you haven't experienced it, but those of you who have know exactly what we're talking about. The snip... snip... snip... noises. The feeling of revulsion. The No... it can't be. The attempt to avoid looking. The turning up of your iPod. The persistence of the snips, which somehow surmount even the iPod's maximum volume. The surrender to curiosity. The discreet half-turn in your seat. The sighting that confirms it. Yes... it is... fingernail clipping action on the MBTA! Shudder. more ›