Mass Mass Transit

The transit system here in Massachusetts ... Boston really ... is awfully good. This morning, though the bus was so packed full, the driver just waved me away when I tried to put my change in the fare box.

And I was miffed, because I had been standing at the bus stop for ten to fifteen minutes fishing every nickel and dime out of the bottom of my purse and I was so thrilled with myself for coming up with a truly linty minty messy pile of metal to pay for the bus.

So, man! The bus guy didn't even want my darned money ... how do you like that?

I decided by the end of the long, slow, jampacked ride to repurpose my fare and buy a bagel at the Dunkin Donuts in the Harvard Square T station. Happy ending.