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Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man
And, even when the trains are running on a regular basis during the rush hour, the sheer volume of people that use it means that platforms are already 4 or 5 deep when you arrive, so you have to stare blankly at 3 or 4 unimaginably crowded trains (from which no one ever seems to disembark at the station you are waiting at) before managing finally to cram yourself into a gap 2 foot by two foot when you get fed up of waiting.
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And here I thought that the Boston underground was... fun. If your idea of fun is being packed tighter than if you'd been tossed into a heap and gravity was allowed to condense you. I remember being wedged between three guys... two friends and a stranger. One friend had his arm around me to keep me from falling, as he had a decent hold on something solid, but I still lost balance a lot and seem to remember the stranger getting to know me better than I'd have hoped for.
At least it's pretty clean though.
Conassignation: having your personal space bubble desecrated underground.
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Originally Posted by Formy
Therefore, I consign to Mordor not having enough money, or not likely having enough money to both travel during the summer and go to school the year after without a loan.
Okay, a probably common dilemma, I admit, but one that should still be sent to Mordor.
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Common enough that it's shared with me, m'dear.
Conassignation: being a poor college kid (my wallet is empty save a few pennies, nickels, and several forms of ID); being unable to travel because of it; the over-priced everything of Connecticut and the suburbanites that often hail from there; loving friends that are unintentionally clueless about things like money (only to be sent long enough for them to get a picture of what it's like to know that you could never have afforded your dream school if they hadn't given you a colossal scholarship to attend... and even then, it's a stretch... instead of "Oh, my daddy's paying for it.").