Once again, I spoke too soon

Earlier today I wrote that despite the heat I'd been lucky in getting a) a relatively cool car on the T b) avoiding the hideous body odor of strangers and c) not really seeing anything too weird.

I got it all in one long commute today.

Frankly, I wasn't especially surprised that the T was both hot and crowded. This is the time of year when I get a little paranoid climbing around in Park St. station - I fear someone won't being paying attention and will knock me down into the tracks. Irrational fear? Possibly.

The smells were almost awe-inspiring. If I were some kind of stinkologist I'd have had a field day.

And lastly, the weird stuff. Look - I've seen some tube tops, some short-shorts and flip flops. It's not the end of the world. But then this morning I spotted a rather hirsute gentleman walking towards me on Commonwealth Avenue. He was wearing very nice trousers and carried a small gym bag. Draped over the bag was his shirt.

That's how I knew he was hairy - no freakin' shirt!

Look, I'm willing to over look the shirtless look for many, but a middle-aged businessman walking from his gorgeous brownstone to his fancy car (honestly) was a little too much.

Maybe I'm just being classist. The wealthy sweat too.

Labels: 2007, Boston, weather, weird stuff