I'm sitting here on the 4:50 express from Porter. It's about 87 degrees outside, and probably in the mid-90's on the train. Not only is the AC not on, the heat seems to be on. It's as if someone in central control decided that no matter what the actual temperature was, it's fall, goddammit, and we're going to turn on the heat.
I ended up on the 7:07 this morning, which was fifteen minutes late, as usual. Time to sharpen the poison pen and throw another letter at the MBTA customer service team. That makes six or seven already in the past three months; I wonder if these guys are starting to curse my name yet.