Today I took the T on my way to the gym. I had just spent a "lovely" afternoon in the cool, air-conditioned basement of the Tip O'Neill library (yay, Democrats), and it was time to get active. Halfway to the gym, the T got to the crest of a hill, and then bloop. It just stopped and refused to go any further.
Hey, I understand. When it's 95F and humid, I seldom want to go places, either. But I got out and walked the rest of the way to the gym. And the T never started running again. Sigh.
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