I seriously had the BEST day yesterday! I had my first day of my summer internship in Boston.
In this day I discovered a fancy tea bar (David’s Tea, look it up. I had Forever Nuts, delish), hit it off with my Supervisor, only got lost on foot maybe 3 times, came home to pizza from my favorite joint (thank you JB) and ended the night laughin my a** off watching stand-up with my dude….oh and then there was the reasonably-priced scone from the South End I ate on the train home.
Ya know what didn’t go so smoothly? This girl getting on the wrong outbound train…more on that later… Since I’m kinda a dumb dumb at times and I’m now navigating Boston for the summer I thought it pertinent and necessary to write a series of city survival posts to warn any fellow small town girl’s who feel the lure of Beantown. Introducing…. Today’s installment is going to involve riding the train. Now I don’t actually live right in the city so I ride the train to and from. This can be a very daunting task for one such as I, who until I moved here and no clue there were trains for ppl. Buses, duh. Subways, sure. But trains? nope….not even joking….
Check the train schedule seventy billion times before you actually arrive at the station. Repeat the name of your destination the entire walk/drive over, so that when you go up to the counter you can confidently mispronounce your stop. At this point the seasoned ticket seller will confidently know that you are not a native, and actually mean Back Bay, not Black Bay where one would assume a buncha dirty Pirates buried their treasure….
Make sure not to politely ask a fellow train rider in a crowded car if you can sit next to them. Silly country girl, don’t you know here in the city you just do what you want, polite banter aside? You just sit that ole booty down in the nearest available seat b/c you know your balance isn’t good and when that train jerks to a start you don’t wanna be lookin up from the floor.
Once on the train be sure not to make eye contact with anyone else….I’m not really sure why this one is a rule, but they don’t seem to like it so just go with it….
If you happen to find yourself on the wrong train (heaven forbid this ever happen to you), don’t freak out. I’d suggest making a wild break for the door but those suckers close faster than a venus fly trap. Your best bet is to just get off at the next station and re-group. Or turn on the Southern charm when the conductor comes by (aka speak in a thick accent and flash some giant Bambi eyes)
Be sure you pack a book, or if you’re really cool, a laptop. Perhaps a crossword or Sodoku might strike your fancy. Just have something to occupy yourself with. The last thing you want, is to be the weird girl grinning and patting herself on the back b/c you not only purchased a ticket, got on the right train, AND found an empty seat before you fell down, but you’re also gliding into the greatest city in the World. If you look around with a goofy smile on your face and silent pep talk going on in your head your fellow city-dwellers will most likely bestow every single country bumpkin stereotype upon you….Also, refer back to #3.
I hope these tips help some poor girl find her way a bit better than I. After the first time you can pretty much call me a pro. Seriously someone even asked ME for directions in the station on my way home…Boom, instant native…or something like that.
Anyone else have some train tips to share? Or wanna be my Boston friend this summer?
Linkin up with the DC Gang even though this has absolutely NOTHIN to do with their theme beyond the #5 (love you Mar)