The Morning Commute

After living in Beantown just shy of three years, I have become quite accustomed to the everyday annoyances of the "morning commute." Each day I wake up in anticipation of swift, easy train ride to work, with minimal interference from the riders. Eachd ay I am more dissapointed than the last. After parking my car in the overpriced gaarage, I walk to the train, am rudely shoved by some troll who is in hurry to get up to the platform and wait an obscene about of time for the train to arrive.
Then there is the dreaded escalator - the rule is simple, walk left, stand right, and if you have kids get them the F out of the way - and if you have an SUV for a stroller - USE THE ELEVATOR. Why do people not understnad this. There is barely room for two people to stand side by side on this thing and Suzy Stay at Home has the latest and greatest Eddie Bauer Expedition stroller for her child who is clearly old enough to have a part time job by now.
Once I finally see that train pulling in, there is a little bit of anxiety while waiting to see just how crowded today's ride will be. Everyone racing to the nearest door to push their way on to get a coveted metal seat with with 1980's velour covering. NOTE: gettin on the T is the worst part of my day. Again, the concept is simple - doors open -> get on. Doors closed -> you can no longer get on. On more than one occasion I have seen people do absolutely outrageous things to get on. Once a girl, who looked normal enough, broke into a full sprint, knocking people out of her way, put her harm in the door and literally ripping the train doors open, all while clenching her teeth in an atrocious fashion. She then gets on successfully and screams "YES!" at the top of her lungs. Was this necessary?
Once I (usually) successfully make it in the train - there is, without fail, someone on a mission from God who will ruin this ride. Whet er is be the person SCREAMING in a generic Asian dialect into their cell phone, most often hanging up and speaking to their neighbor in seamless English, or some unfit mother who is allowing their child to scream uncontrollably or climb all over passengers who are still half asleep, or some inconsiderate bastard that decides that is so important that he could not possibly take up less than three seats. Two weeks ago, I encountered and alleged human being (I say alleged because there are some of you walking around that are just so unbelievable, it is hard to imagine that we share the same genetic code,) who - at peak rush hour - decided that he would take up four seats. Two with is tattered bags which must have contained all his worldly possessions and two with his body - which was small for a man, all while having his entire face wrapped in a black scar from chin to forehead. I thought this train was going to be on the evening news and we were all going to go up in flames. What was worse about this scene was that everyone was terrified of this guy. Women clutching their handbags, looking nervously around, men backing away giving him some space - as though they were dealing with a hostage situation.
People I ask you is this the best that Mass Transit can be? Really??
More to come about that wonderful little miracle known as a "switch problem" which I am certain is a made up situation, only to allow the MBTA workers to shirk ALL responsibility - not that they couldn't carry any less as it is.