Welcome to another installment of Good mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…
Am I a miserable person for wanting the subway voice to be miserable in the morning?
As I do every morning heading to work, I hopped on the subway and rode the mobile hunk of metal like a sardine traveling to the supermarket in a vacuumed-packed can on board an 18-wheeler. I’m tired, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, and I want to sleep; everyone around me is the same way. But it happens that one person is alive and well: the subway driver. Now, I do always hope the driver is awake, that way we don’t crash and burn (although that doesn’t seem like a bad idea on some days), but I cannot handle an overly joyous driver who goes over the intercom to lighten up our mornings.
“GOOOOOOD morning passengers and welcome aboard the Orange Line! Our next stop is Haymarket. There you will find city hall, Faneuil Hall, and the harbor. We thank you for riding the T and wish you a splendid day!”
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