{"id":19,"date":"2005-01-27T10:40:50","date_gmt":"2005-01-27T14:40:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/01\/27\/riding-on-the-metro-a-screenplay-of-my-"},"modified":"2005-01-27T10:40:50","modified_gmt":"2005-01-27T14:40:50","slug":"riding-on-the-metro-a-screenplay-of-my-morning-commute-theme-song-b","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/01\/27\/riding-on-the-metro-a-screenplay-of-my-morning-commute-theme-song-b\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Riding on the Metro&#8221;: A Screenplay of My Morning Commute (theme song by Berlin, of course)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a1582'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>Normally I&#8217;ve got my Discman playing when I ride the train in the morning. This morning, however, I did not &#8211; so I was able to observe two separate conversations that will make up the two acts to my screenplay: One called &#8220;Cuteness&#8221;, the other called &#8220;Annoyance.&#8221;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Act One: Cuteness<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Scene: I&#8217;m standing on the inbound platform at the Porter Sqaure red-line station. An earthy\/crunchy, stereotypical Cambridge couple (40-ish) stands next to me with their bundled-up little boy (perhaps 5 or 6 years old). <\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: Don&#8217;t stand too close the yellow line, Billy.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Why?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: Because the train will be coming soon and you can&#8217;t stand too close<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Oh&#8230;why?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: Well, the trains can come pretty fast<\/P><br \/>\n<P>(note: at this point &#8211; they&#8217;d been standing there perhaps 30 seconds)<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Wow, this is the longest I&#8217;ve ever waited for anything&#8230;EVER!<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Mom: The train will be here soon.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Why are there 3 rails for the train?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: Well, that&#8217;s because&#8230;.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: (interrupts Earth Dad) Are the wheels at different heights? The rail is higher than the others.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: That&#8217;s why you stay behind the yellow line. The higher rail makes the train move.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Why?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Earth Dad: Electricity.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Boy: Oh. Can we go to the snack bar when we get on the train?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Scene Over.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Anyway, I thought that was so cute (and I usually can&#8217;t stand children). I love the idea of a snack bar on the subway, too. Sometimes, you need to think outside the box.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Act 2: Annoyance<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Scene: Crowded subway car heading inbound from Porter Sqaure to Harvard Square. I&#8217;m standing with a 50-ish woman in front of me. We&#8217;ll call her Denise. Among the crowd to my left stands a 20-something female who boarded the train after me. We&#8217;ll call her Kathy.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: Hey, Kathy<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Hi, Denise. How are you doing?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: Ugh. I decided not to drive today because of the snow. (big sigh)<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Oh? How was it?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: (HUGE, over-the-top sigh). Ugh. I took the commuter rail to Porter Square, then grabbed the subway from there.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Was it bad.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: I can&#8217;t wait until I can drive again. I nearly didn&#8217;t get off at Porter because the ride was so quick, I didn&#8217;t realize I was already there. In fact, I started falling asleep!<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Oh, really?<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: Yeah, Even with the snow it took much less time than when I normally drive in with good weather.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Wow.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: I know.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>(Note: the train slows down to enter Harvard Square &#8211; which is the final destination for Denise, Kathy and me. Apparently, we all work for Harvard).<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: Oh my God. We&#8217;re here already? Wow, that was fast.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Kathy: Yeah, it&#8217;s only one stop from Porter. I take the subway everyday.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Denise: Oh, well this is enough for me. I&#8217;ll be happy when the weather clears up and I can drive again.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Scene Over.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I hate Denise. Her ride was restful enough for her to nearly fall asleep, it took less time than her normal driving commute (despite the aftermath of a blizzard), and public transit is better for the environment. Yet she still bitched and moaned about the commute even though she had nothing negative to say? I&#8217;m serious &#8211; you should have heard her overly-dramatic sighing. It&#8217;s as if she had exhausted herself (or stooped down to a lower social level) by taking public transit. Meanwhile, it took her less time than ever and she got to rest. Screw her. I hope she goes into poverty because her SUV guzzles more gas than her paultry Harvard salary can afford.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Normally I&#8217;ve got my Discman playing when I ride the train in the morning. 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