playing with M: day one (lyn)

I'm on the Bolt Bus by 9, seated next to a sweet recent grad.  Like my seatmate, most of the people on the bus are considerate of their fellow passengers.  There are two exceptions.  One is someone  playing their ipod so loud, we are all forced to listen to the garbled music filtering through.  I think  it is the  kid across the aisle from me.  He is asleep; I poke him to ask him to turn the volume down.  He does and I still hear it.  I apologize, and he goes back to sleep, understandably hating me.  We are about an hour outside Boston when the entire bus hears, "If you look on page 7 of the Power Point presentation......"  I mean really.  Are we all to be impressed that this girl has a job and is conducting business on the Bolt Bus to Boston?

M picks me up and we go to the beautifully revitalized Seaport area.  We decide on lunch at Yankee Lobster, a hole in the wall seafood place; the kind we both love.  M even finds a parking space.  While  waiting for the traffic to clear so she can back in, she blocks the space of some guy trying to get out.  He is sporting the license plate, BIGE.  He actually whistles at M to get her attention, signaling her to move. Then he blows his horn, since she doesn't respond to his whistle.  Finally she's able to park.  "Should be BIGA on the plate," she says.

Following lunch we go to Sudbury, a picturesque New England town, with white churches, gorgeous houses, and yellow-leaved trees.  We stop at Verrill Farms, where I buy some breakfast cakes and a pie for Thanksgiving.  Next, we hit TJ MAX and neither of us make any purchases.  

We come back to M's and hangout for awhile, and then it's back in the car to Burlington and a big mall.  M needs to exchange something.  I end up buying a digital meat thermometer and a big bag of heavenly Lindt chocolate.  Controlled eating is on hold for the week.

We end the day at Legal Sea Foods, one of my favorites.  We befriend our pregnant waitress who looks about 18 but we think is in her late 20's.  She's pregnant with her fourth boy.  Her life could not be more different from ours.  By the time the meal  ends, we know she left home at 16,  has no relationship with her family who live nearby,  married her husband five months after meeting him, has been married nine years, pays $700/month for bad health insurance, but that will change when her husband starts his new job in January as a truck driver, and her oldest son wants to play the harp.  She is even better than our meal of four different appetizers, and that is very very good.