Effective immediately, please have your copywriters consider what vandals might do to your ads before submitting them to the MBTA (checking your grammar might also be a good idea):

Spotted on the Orange Line.

Mike Mennonno reports on fending off a piss drunk crazy guy who, despite having the entire front third of the car to himself, still got up and started to lunge at some woman.

Josh Ourisman somehow survived a trip on the CT1 bus from Central Square to Mass. Ave. and Newbury today:

Jeff Egnaczyk just doesn't get why people get so upset at other people talking on cell phones on the T:

... It's possible people get upset at others engaging in conversation when they're stuck on the miserable B Line without anything to do. Maybe they get the impression that the person is flaunting his or her importance instead of their wealth. I don't know. It really is a stupid thing to get mad about.

OK, maybe not. Still, Masukomi did cut into a busted CharlieCard and reports on her findings. She wanted to see if she could cut out all of the card except for the microchip so she could put it on her keyring; alas, there's a wire antenna wound around the outer edges of the card.

So the Big Dig isn't the only part of our transportation infrastructure always on the verge of collapse. A state commission reports roads, highways, public transit, you name it, have fallen billions of dollars behind basic maintenance needs.

A roundup of reactions:

Casey Ross summarizes the lowlights.

Jen Stewart reports the answer to the riddle is six:

Two to pass out brochures, and four to stand with their hands in their pockets, staring longingly at the Dunkin' Donuts stand 5 feet away.

Because if they did, Tape might have gotten off at his normal stop instead of having the driver on the 89 bus scream at him and demand he never step foot on that bus again.

Stick your tongue out to see if you can tell if it's blue from the Powerade you just drank.

From Carmen, who also provides the scoop that there are some nice Starbucks baristas out there.