The headless rider
Sitting in the single seat at the rear of the car is what appears to be a human form.
Oh wait. There it is. His head! He wears a zipper-front jacket with a huge hood. His face is buried in there somewhere, but he doesn't want you to see it.
I hate to admit this, but once on my way home on the red line, after what was an absolutely hideous day, I sat in one of the single jump seats, pulled my knit cap over my eyes, pulled my coat collar up over my face and hid from the rest of the world to get a little respite and a nap on my way home. Not something I would do on a regular basis, but that one time, I felt a simpatico with the people I've seen doing that, too.
Posted by: Christine | February 10, 2005 at 01:00 PM
Years ago there was a regular on the outbound Brown Line who would sit in a jumpseat with his jacket pulled up and over his head for the entire ride -- a fairly nondescript, chunky guy in his mid 20s or so. I saw him doing this at least three or four times in the late afternoon.
Posted by: Steve | February 11, 2005 at 11:54 AM