In the end, the Providence to Boston train fare is a tax on convenience. It’s the price you pay to read a book, scroll Instagram, or stare out the window at the backyards of Massachusetts without having to make eye contact with anyone.
Is it cheaper than a helicopter? Yes. Is it more expensive than walking? Absolutely, unless you’re training for a marathon. So next time you’re buying that ticket, just remember: you’re not paying for a seat. You’re paying for the freedom to not care about I-95 for fifty glorious minutes.
And that, my friends, is worth every single penny—even if you have to shank a commuter for the last seat. See you on the train.
