Pardon me for fetishizing the Forest Hills Station Charlie-ticket conversion. Yet, it is too amusing not to enjoy. It's like the box with the tweeting mechanical birds; lift it and there they are doing their birdy things.After being three days away, I had another chance to open the box this morning. The rain this morning was steady, so I decided to take the T instead of bike. Perhaps, I fantasized, the conversion elves visited since last week and spun their magic.
Well, it was incrementally different from last week. Now:
- The narrow entry is much narrower, causing a shoulder rubbing squeeze by the fair box.
- The translucent sheets hiding the, if you pardon the exaggeration, construction are in a new area.
- It appears as though a two-thirds of the space has ticket scanners where turnstiles used to be.
A discrete, small poster at Downtown Crossing has vague promises of station conversion dates, by month only. You'd have to look hard. This is behind a Plexiglas bulletin board in the shadows at the Chauncy Street exit. Look closely. It's the little maroon poster underground right before the stairs.
It promises a May conversion for Forest Hills.
As long as the crews are taking, I hope that they are naming each gate and vending machine, at least generically. "Hello, Slug. Hi there, Sloth. Yo, Snail!"
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