Tales from the T: Truth in Panhandling

While I have rediscovered just how much I hate being confined in a noisy, cramped, cold, windowless office, working outside of my house does have its advantages. For one, I get to ride the T, and experience its endless parade of weirdos.

This morning a guy got on at Park Street and announced he needed a few dollahs so he could take the commutah rail to a custody hearin'. Almost immediately, another guy said "Hey, you were on here yesterday with the same story."

Well the first guy wasn't about to take any of the second guy's crap. "F&*^ you!" he said. "Yestahday I needed a dollah fah a sandwich."