I knew riding the T to work this week would be miserable. Yesterday there were college students who didn't have money on their Charlie cards and do not understand the concept of moving into the train. The T driver was shouting lovely things over the speaker such as "riding the T is a privilege!" I pay to ride the T lady so no, I do not consider paying for this hell ride a privilege. A dose of rage is a good way to start your day.
After work I stopped by my local supermarket and noticed that the shelves were stocked with the essentials.
There were also classic stainless steel flasks if you want to class it up a bit.
I am trying to have patience and be sympathetic for these college kids out on their own for the first time but when they mess with my commute and keep me awake on a work night I just can't. Clearly I'm too old to live in Allston.