Wednesday, on my way to work, the orange line was fuller than full. I get on at the very first stop, and my car was mostly full before we left the station. By the time we got to Back Bay, people were sitting on laps, and people by the doors were sucking their guts in so the doors would close.
A bunch of us got off at Downtown Crossing, only to be replaced by even more people trying to get on. There was a group of seven twenty- or thirty-something year olds who were headed towards Alewife, as I was. But as we approached the escalator down to the red line platform, the whole troupe stopped, congesting the entire station to meekly call out "Ray? Raaaaaaay? Where are you, Ray? Sarah, have you seen Ray? Jason, do you know where Ray went?"
This probably only lasted fifteen seconds, but in a crowded station it felt like Forever, so I inhaled deeply and shouted "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
Since just about everyone in the station turned around, I have to assume Ray was one of them, and rejoined his party, who had parted in the middle, so that the loud person with the headphones could get on the escalator and still manage to miss the next train to Alewife.