Riding the Saferide shuttle to Ryan’s apartment tonight, I came across some fine examples of the microcosm that is MIT.
1) In a crowded shuttle, standing space only, a strappin’ young lad squeezes past me in the aisle, knocking me with his bookbag, to beat me to an empty seat.
2) Sitting by himself, apparently bored, a guy intently studies his right forefinger, bending it and straightening it repeatedly. Every once in a while, he will use his left fingers to hold his right forefinger as he continues to bend it and straighten it. Bend. Straighten. Repeat.
3) Said guy above, about 5 minutes later, still sitting by himself, now has his black hat pulled over the entirety of his face. So, imagine a ski mask without the eye holes or the mouth hole, pulled over a guy’s face. When I got up to get off the shuttle (about 5-10 minutes later), he was still sitting there like that.