The
final leg of my daily journey into work is on the MBTA
Red-Line.
 
I get
on at South Station. Lots of fashionable, attractive, beautiful people get on
the Red-Line at South Station. Unfortunately, they all get off two stops later
at Park Street. I don't.
 
I
continue on the Red-Line. The next stop is Mass General Hospital, where all the
people with temporary medical conditions making them unattractive get off. From
there out it's people stuck this way for life.
 
Next
stop is M.I.T., where people spin their physical and social deficiencies into
academic gold.
 
I get
off at the next stop, Central Square. There are many beautiful, attractive, and
fashonable people that work in and around Central Square, but I don't know how they get
to work. They certainly don't come in on my train.