At least visually.
I have gotten to know the Red Line drivers mainly through the shenanigans they like to pull, or their particular speech quirks. My favorite driver has a broad Somerville accent, but always aspirates his H’s. Hearing “Chaales MG Haych” always makes me smile.
My least favorite is an overly garrulous woman with off-humor. When she’s not repeating where you’re going every 15 seconds (seriously – she announced the Charles MGH stop 3 times this morning), she’s making little sing-songy rhymes like, “The Green Line connects to the (beat), Blue Line!” And of course, she’s one of the few drivers who speaks so loudly and clearly there’s no WAY you can’t hear her.
She’s a little to chipper for me. Me + chipper + morning = serious grumpiness.
2 quirky quips:
There are a few train conductors on my train (not part of the t-system, which you know) who announce stops obscenely loudly. I think it's a volume control of the speakers, because most of the conductors are perfectly capable of saying, in a normal voice, "10 minutes to the next stop." It's worst in the mornings, when you're trying to get a little nap in - you may even have headphones on - and you're JOLTED awake at every stop, thinking there's an attack on the train. But, nope, we're just in Haverhill.
It may be a volume control thing. Still though, I wonder if people get their kicks out of being extra peppy and loud in the morning.
(That's probably what I would do)
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