I may be snuffed out for divulging the following but I will have died in the service of providing information, and I will have died in a way that would make all librarians proud.
These are, as far as I have been able to ascertain in my first 4 days, the secrets of riding the commuter rail:
Each car has an assigned conductor, actually, for every two cars there is generally one conductor. The conductor/car assignments are the same every weekday. Every morning I've ridden on Michael's coach. He's an older gentleman, wears the mbta uniform, a skull cap, and reprimanded me on my first morning for not saying I wanted a round trip ticket fast enough.
You can buy tickets on the train, and unless there is a land based (my terminology) vendor near the stop, it will not cost anything extra.
Not all coach doors open at all stops. Usually either the front door, or the back door of your car will open, it depends upon where your conductor's coaches are. They open the doors in between or near the handicapped unloading platforms.
When loading on the Inbound run, the trains will stop lined up with the spot on the platform that reads “stand back”. That is where everyone queues, politely, but a bit randomly.
Generally the people don't talk, unless there is extreme weather. Then North Shorians become very friendly.
You do not open doors yourself, especially the one at the front of the train.
Generally people ask, “is this seat available?” before taking the empty seat.
Free wi-fi is provided but it can disconnect at any time. Save often.
Unloading in North Station, takes awhile until everyone gets off calmly but there is a long narrow platform to walk down. Unlike walking in large crowds in NY, I have not felt the urge to moo. Personal space, even in large crowds is respected.
The trains usually arrive and leave from the same tracks in North Station, but you do have to pay attention because it is not guaranteed. Most of the regulars know this, so like yesterday, when they hadn't posted the track our train would depart on by 5:20, the regulars assessed the situation and drifted over to track 2, our usual track where an empty train was sitting. When we recognized one of our conductor's we knew we were 'on the right track.'
I'm sure there are many more secrets, but for now, they must remain so.
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