My fair city

I've been trying to warm up to Boston - really. I've been trying.

I like the Public Garden. It's really pretty. I don't get the whole Swan Boat thing - but you know, we had weird stuff for the tourists in Chicago, so I can relate.

And there's the other weirdness. Like the man who kept throwing small pieces of bread at me yesterday. He just was throwing it at me (it usually hit me in the back of the leg). Honestly, I didn't even know how to deal with the situation. I was confused about why so many birds were hovering about and buzzing my head. Should I just do my "Sir!" thing and tell him to take a hike?

I avoided confrontation - as I was about to take action, Deeps arrived.

The Train
Lots of people ride the El in Chicago. I don't really know anyone who rides the bus. So color me shocked to discover that people on the train are more horribly behaved than those on the bus. For example, I thought everyone understood that you get onto the train, and you move along so that other people can also get on the train. Every day someone - dozens of someones - violate this basic rule of public transportation. Then they act all surprised and offended that you might want to get past them or around them on the freakin' train.

Luckily - I learned how to deal with these people in Chicago. I pull out the trusty elbow and wield my messenger bag like a weapon. It's kinda fun. I've been thwapping people all week. Except the really gassy guy. He stood way too close and was way too gassy - there's no fighting it. Just hop off at the next stop. It's what your Mom would tell you to do.

Labels: 2003, Boston, weird stuff