Anyway, most years I've watched the Marathon in Coolidge Corner and I usually ran into friends who also had the day off. However, this year, I had to go to the office.
And my office is in Copley Square, which is where the Marathon ends. Which means that I got to experience the "joy" of commuting right into the heart of all the action.
So yesterday morning, Nomi and I boarded the Green Line C at Coolidge Corner at around 7:15 AM. (Nomi usually takes the #66 bus to work, but on Marathon Monday, the bus schedules become even more discombobulated than the subways.) The train was very crowded with what I assume were runners and spectators, and yet Nomi and I both managed to get seats.
But then we got to the Arlington T stop.
If you're not from around here, I should explain that on Marathon Monday, the T closes down the Copley Square T stop because otherwise it would be impossible to control the crowds. So those of us regular commuters who get off at Copley have two choices -- get off at either Hynes or Arlington. Since Arlington is closer to my office, I stayed on the train through Copley and then attempted to get off the train at Arlington.
And what I found was that people refused to move without my shouting "Excuse me!" at the top of my lungs. Furthermore, a mass of impatient people pushed onto the train just as I was trying to get off. I've been seeing a lot of that lately on the Boston subways, and I suppose I could forgive the out-of-towners for not knowing how this is supposed to work. But let me just remind everyone about one piece of standard common courtesy: let people off the train before getting on.
On the brief walk to my office, I spotted pallets of water bottles sitting unguarded on Boylston Street. I was very tempted to steal a bottle for myself, but I resisted. After all, the bottles were for the runners.
I stayed in my office all day until about 1:50 PM, when I decided to go outside and see how close I could get to the finish line at Copley Square. What with the streets being so crowded and blocked off, it turned out that I couldn't get close at all. I gave up and returned to my office.
Finally, when I left for the day, I discovered that one couldn't cross Berkeley Street at Boylston. I had to walk up to Newbury to get over to the Arlington T stop. This annoyed me to no end, as did the crowded commute home, with lots of clueless people getting onto the Outbound side when they needed the Inbound side and vice-versa.
But there was one final, minor reward this morning to make up for yesterday's shlep. Dartmouth Street is still blocked off by a big tent, meaning that crossing it was a breeze -- no traffic! I'd love it if the city of Boston decided to leave the tent there permanently, but I doubt it'll happen.
Next year, I think I'll try to work from home.