[NON BLOG] One reason why I ride the TTC
Feb. 24th, 2005 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldTravelling west on the Queen Street streetcar after choir practice last night, I got on at the northeastern corner of Queen Street East and Jarvis with a half-dozen other people. Among this number was a couple--one man, one woman--in their 40s, screaming at each other about where they had misplaced their Valiums.
I sat down on one bank of seats; she sat down behind me on the aisle seat, he standing on the aisle beside her, the window seat being taken by another gentleman. She offered her seatmate some black licorice candies; her partner yelled at her that she shouldn't impose on him.
At the Queen TTC station, her seatmate disembarked, and she took the aisle seat. (Her partner remained seated.) At the Osgoode TTC station, the empty aisle seat was taken by a young woman who looked vaguely like Tori Spelling. This new person was intermittantly but enthusiastically chatted up by the first woman, whose partner continued to lurk in the background, hanging onto the railing.
Five minutes after we passed Osgoode into the subway-less wilds of Queen Street West, she asked the hapless young woman where to get off for the subway. She told them.
- Oh, shit!
They began swearing at each other. I looked back; they saw me.
- How the fuck do you get to the subway?
- Um, I stuttered, you can take a street car in the other direction--
Tori intervened.
- Uh, if you get out at Dufferin, you can take a streetcar north to the subway [the Bloor line].
They left at the next stop, at Dufferin, thanking her.
I sat down on one bank of seats; she sat down behind me on the aisle seat, he standing on the aisle beside her, the window seat being taken by another gentleman. She offered her seatmate some black licorice candies; her partner yelled at her that she shouldn't impose on him.
At the Queen TTC station, her seatmate disembarked, and she took the aisle seat. (Her partner remained seated.) At the Osgoode TTC station, the empty aisle seat was taken by a young woman who looked vaguely like Tori Spelling. This new person was intermittantly but enthusiastically chatted up by the first woman, whose partner continued to lurk in the background, hanging onto the railing.
Five minutes after we passed Osgoode into the subway-less wilds of Queen Street West, she asked the hapless young woman where to get off for the subway. She told them.
- Oh, shit!
They began swearing at each other. I looked back; they saw me.
- How the fuck do you get to the subway?
- Um, I stuttered, you can take a street car in the other direction--
Tori intervened.
- Uh, if you get out at Dufferin, you can take a streetcar north to the subway [the Bloor line].
They left at the next stop, at Dufferin, thanking her.
