A sad brotherhood of commuters
Andrew discusses the parking lot at Canton Junction, which always gets more interesting in the winter since the T's plowing service naturally erects giant snow mountains atop parking spaces, making it even harder to find a space in the morning, leading to things like him pulling into the last half-a-space and getting a smile from another guy marveling at how he did that:
... Yep, its a sad, sad brotherhood, the poor souls that park at Canton Junction station. For just one moment, I wasn't hated. Envied, maybe, but not hated. At least, not until I probably half shoved him out of the way so I could get off the train first.




Commonality
Seems like every parking area has these "brotherhoods" of known hidden spaces.
For years, I parked on Cummington Ave at BU and there are about 3-4 spaces on the street that don't have meters (and don't get tickets) for one reason or another and the same half-dozen cars would be found in those spaces each morning.
You never actually *knew* the other guys...hell, you might never even see the actual drivers of some of them, but you all recognized each other's vehicles from halfway up the road and knew if the space had been taken yet that day or not.