Anali reports that between South Station and Wollaston yesterday afternoon, she passed three different couples in various stages of arguing:

... When I got out at Wollaston, there was another couple at the entrance talking loudly. But they could have just been playing around, because they seemed to be sort of wrestling with each other. ...

At first, Marcy thought the thing on the inbound side of the Red Line at South Station was a gray mitten. Then she realized it was a dead rat. Today, she reports on RatWatch, Day 11.

Hilarity ensues when the power goes out and the substitute buses are routed to South Station:

... Another thing about the Silver Line is that all of the T employees were yelling at people not to board them when they arrived. This is pretty strange, considering the Airport station is not on its usual route. So apparently the MBTA were re-routing Silver-Line buses with the sole intention of taunting everyone late for work stuck in a huge crowd. ...

Sitting on the 5:40 at South Station, they just announced that there was a collision at Canton Junction between a commuter rail train and a freight train. They're holding us at South Station until further notice.

Train 917 hit when a CSX boxcar rolled off sidetrack onto main line.

BNSFGP38 posts from the scene:

Dan Miller turns to Cabernet in a plastic cup:

... Like when the commuter rail is delayed for the 114th time after a long, tiring day that includes a final sprint to the subway just to make a connection that doesn't exist.

So there stands the peeved wine connoisseur, sipping Cabernet from a plastic cup, one eye on the "delayed" rail board and one on the angry masses dialing their significant others to announce they will be late for dinner once again. ...

The anthropomorphic flowers are in full bloom outside South Station.

Train Rider reports that for the second night in a row, the doors on his train at South Station were locked:

... They announced the train, still the doors were locked. There was a conductor on the track, just walking back and forth. Finally, the majority of us standing on the platform, went through the front door and then back through the cars to get to a seat. While we were walking down the aisles, one of the conductors was coming through and getting angry (p*ssed) that the conductors couldn't get up the aisle. I said, "well, this wouldn't happen if all of the doors were open." Not sure they appreciated that! ...

When I saw this ad on the Orange Line yesterday, my first thought was, "Ooh, that guy looks tough; I don't want him coming over here and ripping my cell phone out of my hands and snapping it in two." Or something like that (since I never use my cell phone on the T because, really, I have nobody to call).

Betty Noir, however, looked at that ad and wondered why the T can't hire copywriters who know how to use semi-colons; like the one that should come between "Please limit your cell phone usage" and "loud conversations can disrupt everyone around you" instead of the comma that uncomfortably rests there. So she is thrilled to report that somebody with a Sharpie has changed the comma there to a semi-colon, at least on a Red Line platform at South Station.

It's enough to make Andrew Watson wonder if there is a tribe of Grammar Vandals in Boston, armed with felt-tip markers as they fight against the forces of darkness and bad grammar.

Krissy reports somebody at South Station yesterday was selling T-shirts reading:

GIANTS SUCK, TOO!

It's code red across the board on commuter rail right now, thanks to signal problems (every train out of South Station), a medical emergency in Newton and a downed tree somewhere in Hamilton or Wenham: