On a big system like the T (several hundred thousand riders on a weekday), you'd expect a certain amount of weirdness. You'd be right. Some examples from 2012:
T police kicked out some well meaning but permitless carolers at Forest Hills; in one of her first executive decisions, new GM Beverly Scott agreed to let them back in - and joined in:
The T inaugurated bananaphone service on the Green Line:
The Red Line countered with Banana Rastaman service.
A cat was lost, then found on the Red Line.
The Orange Line was delayed due to coffee.
An angry man confronted riders at Andrew with a plunger.
Charlie took a ride on a Swan Boat:
The Red Line was delayed by the discovery of a mystery item - which turned out to be one of those gizmos Cambridge meter maids use to write tickets.
A woman whose car wound up on Green Line tracks on Beacon Street blamed her GPS.
Melinda Green provided proof that, yes, all those Sob Story people do collaborate:
Nikki captured the painter at work on the Red Line:
The Fitchburg Line was delayed due to horse.
A man used a box cutter to slice open a lemon on the Red Line, then ate it.
A bus rammed into a trailer for a Sandra Bullock movie in Dudley Square.
The Riverside Line was delayed due to turtle.
A bank robber without a car took the T instead.
The limber can always get a seat on the Green Line.
The finest hand-crafted subway map in the world made its appearance on the Red Line:
A man rode the Blue Line with an iguana on his shoulder.
An alleged Green Line exhibitionist claimed jostling on the crowded trolley made his shorts fall off.
Some people on the Red Line are just trying to get a head.
Somebody with access to the MBTA Transit Police Twitter account tweeted he was bringing a 12-pack.
Say, we don't get many sax-playing luchadores on the Red Line.
A guy tried riding his bike up the escalator at Forest Hills, wound up spilling his coffee at the top.