One of them was in the train that I took to school; two of them were young men who walked past me at the MBTA's Community College station.
Also, when I had gotten to the Downtown Crossing station to take the train, there was a janitor with a mop bucket at the turnstile. He walked past me with the bucket as soon as I got there. It seems to me that there are probably people who work at the MBTA who tell each other where I am all the time; I think that has happened for years.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 16, 2016 @ 2:49 p.m.
