The No. 93 bus was taking its sweet time getting to my stop in Charlestown. I ventured to the oldest part of Boston to go to the Charlestown barber shop and rather than walk back across the bridge to the North End, I would take the bus and get to know the 93, a route I could see myself using often.

I had spotted the bus briefly a few blocks away as it was beginning its route winding through Charlestown's narrow streets, and I figured it would be a few minutes until it made its way down to where I was.

It had been 15 minutes, and standing in the shadow of an old building at the corner of Main and Common, I was starting to feel a little cold. Plus, I had already read the entire A section — the only section I grabbed before leaving my apartment.

What's this? I spotted a man in a blue jacket and blue trousers round the corner at the other side of the park and head toward the stop. His uniform looked familiar.

As he got closer, I noticed the T encompassed by a ring — the MBTA's iconic symbol.

"I'm the driver and the bus broke down," he muttered as he walked by me. "It's going to be awhile," he added, sarcastically.




And with that, I zipped up my hoodie and started walking toward the T station in the North End.