The other day I got to the Orange Line station at Sullivan Square to take the T downtown.
The other day I got to the Orange Line station at Sullivan Square to take the T downtown. The station is an ugly, crumbling, concrete box under a highway. It was raining hard, and water fell in sheets around the platform, splashing everywhere. I waited 10 minutes for the first train to come. When it arrived, passengers were already packed like sardines, and not a soul could squeeze on. Ten minutes later another train finally came that, by a minor miracle, I was able to wedge my way onto for a cramped, hot, and thankfully short ride downtown.