A reader sends in this amusing anecdote:
I was riding the red- line from Quincy Adams to Park Street at 6:30 pm on 4/6/13. There were many announcements over the intercom regarding no smoking on the train.
Sitting across from me was a young clueless self- absorbed non smoking woman who thought it was fine to give herself a manicure on the train with noxious smelling purple nail polish. It was making me nautious - to avoid regurgitation or passing out on the train I told her to kindly desist - which (by fair reporting standards - she promptly did). The post office doesn't allow folks to mail nail polish - the MBTA should not allow folks to use or open noxious substances on the train - they should post and announce those rules.
However I may have started a romance when a scrawny pubescent rock star wannabe in black glasses, black clothing, and a black guitar case - told the oblivious young woman that he LIKED feeling dizzy from the odor - "it did not bother HIM" - and told me - a fiftysomething woman - to 'shut up' - perhaps they will exchange phone numbers - mate - and spawn ill mannered children whom - I hope - will not be subjected to toxic fumes and dissonant music.
Now I feel better.
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