IT IS 5 P.M. ON A Monday, and in Government Center, everyone but Carol Lavallee seems to be on a solo mission. Men and women in business suits yammer into cellphones without so much as a glance at anyone else on the sidewalk. Mammoth SUVs, most carrying only a driver, chug through the narrow cow-path streets. Amid all this single-mindedness, Lavallee, 65, settles into a shady spot outside the Staples store on Court Street to wait for the 13 other people who will share her ride home to Worcester.
*spit take* Screw cars. I'm taking the T.