I'm lucky that I've had a job throughout the Pandemic. I go in four days a week, taking the T to meet my coworker, and then we drive to Beverly.
In March, I lost my Charlie card. The cards save about forty cents per trip. Experience had taught me that, short of going to Downtown Crossing during business hours, you can't get a Charlie Card anymore. For years, I've asked T attendants and been shot down.
Since it's just one short trip a day, and I don't currently have to shell out for the commuter rail, I've just accepted it.
Today, I bought my ticket, and In was stopped by a guy who was cleaning the windows. "You take the T every day, don't you?"
"Pretty much." I said.
"You're always reading cool graphic novels."
I smiled but he couldn't see it because I was wearing a mask.
He reached into his pocket. "Take my Charlie card. Do you know how to use it?"
"Yea. I just lost mine a few months ago."
"If you lose this one, let me know. I have dozens. They each have a couple of rides on them. And thanks for getting me to read Hellblazer."
I had never spoken to this person before.