all your stories about boston (however disgusting they maybe) make me realize how much I miss the trials and tribulations of riding the T every day to work for nine months (braintree all the way to science park...not fun!). Although pole dancing on the last train outbound on the red line is always fun
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anyways i have a subway story although amazingly not from Boston. A friend of mine was studying abroad 2 years ago in Paris and I decided to go visit her for spring break. In the end, there were 3 of us visiting her that week and we decided to take the train out to Versailles. There was only the 4 of us and this mid 30s frenchman sitting across from us. I was in mid-sentence when I looked over at him and noticed something on his lap. I didnt want to make it obvious that I was staring at him but I glanced over again and noticed the tissue in his one hand and sure enough he had whipped it out right there in the middle of the train!! I was freaking out and he sat there straight faced and continued his business and clearly did not care that we caught him in the act. We got up and moved to another end of the train but that didnt stop him from obviously staring at us again and pleasuring himself one more time. yuck!