Had you been sitting on an Orange Line train at Wellington station at 8:25 this morning, waiting for the doors to close and the train to move along rapidly (because it is, after all, rapid transit) to the next stop, you would have heard the following announcement just as I did:
"Attention, passengers! This train will be holding at the station for a few minutes due to a coffee spill."
Yes, a coffee spill. I swear to you this was a real announcement; it was repeated at least three times. Left unexplained was whether the spill was simply that of a cup of Dunkin's finest onto a train console, or whether there's some kind of giant coffee holding tank in Medford that ruptured, sending scalding hot coffee across the tracks in a manner significantly more benign but no less aromatic than the infamous Boston molasses flood.
I only hope my train ride home is delayed due to a giant cruller attack on Greater Boston.