Green Street

Benjamin M. tweets the PA system at Green Street at lunchtime was playing "We Are Family." But he adds nobody on the platform was dancing.

It's morning rush hour on the first of the month at Green Street, people are lined up at the CharlieCard machines buying new passes and the machines suddenly stop taking credit cards. You're an MBTA customer service agent, so what do you do?

A. Tell people to use cash or wait the two hours until the machines come back online.
B. Refuse to wave anybody through who doesn't have cash.
C. Get angry at people who refuse to admit the problem is their own damn fault.
D. All of the above.

Lucky Stroke provides the answer.

Russ Stein wishes the tall Metro hawker at Green Street would just go away:

... He's like seven feet tall and runs from one end of the station to the other shouting shit like, "Aw yeah, I've got your Metro!" and "It's a great day for a Metro!" while getting in the way of people trying to catch the train. I've also heard him muttering some ex-junkie Jesus bullshit when dodging him. ...

MBTA cops ordered an artist's car out of the gallery at the Green Street T stop:

... I got a call from Ravi Jain last night asking me to come down to the new Axiom Gallery on Green Street to help him push his car, Hosey, OUT of the gallery. ...

Why was the car there to begin with? To show episodes of Jain's videoblog, taped on his morning commute. Cops were afraid it would blow up or something.

Yeah, the guy who got hit by an Orange Line train this morning just jumped or climbed down onto the tracks. But how did he escape notice? Bad Transit asks about all those supposed security measures that are supposed to keep the system safe. What if the guy had been carrying explosives?

That's the question Mass. Marrier is asking: Why did it take the local media so long to get around to covering the the guy who'd gotten hit by the Orange Line train this morning - beyond posting a completely non-descriptive T travel advisory?

... Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the century with cell phones, TV, radio, the Internet, and an allegedly highly competitive mass media. So, there's a body on the Orange Line tracks, a dozen or so cops and a couple of EMTs handling it. Yet, in Internet time, we have squat. Didn't newspapers and broadcast used to race to news scenes to get the proverbial scoop? Didn't the Herald used to have great police reporting? When did the major daily rely on the there's-nothing-to-see-here MBTA office? ...

That's what the T calls it when they find a body on the tracks, this time at Green Street. So buses instead of trains between Forest Hills and Ruggles.

Via b0st0n.