Yesterday I was racing down the stairs at South Station against the flow of exiting Red Line passengers. I ran across the the then empty platform only to have the door literally close in my face.
The driver, as blank and impassive as a fish, watched me pull up short as she closed the doors. The train sat for several seconds more. She just stared at me – with no acknowledgment whatsoever – as the train pulled away.
Way to go MBTA, your drivers are really awesome!