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.