[NON BLOG] On the subway
Aug. 10th, 2005 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldAn hour and three quarters ago, I was travelling south on the Yonge-University-Spadina line. I got on at the Wellesley TTC station, dampened by the rainfall that borke after I decided to walk south from Yonge and Bloor. At the College TTC stop, a small man darted in, dropped off some pamphlets advertising St. Patrick's Catholic Church (141 McCaul Street), and left just before the subway began accelerating away.
I looked at the woman sitting next to me, a healthy white-haired woman in her fifties in a black secretarial suit, and across at the Asian construction worker wearing his tape-marked vest.
"He was on a mission," the worker said.
"From God," I agreed. The woman looked at me as I retrieved the crumpled pamphlet and put it in my bag. "He was from some church," I said.
"So," she said smiling as I zipped up my bag, "you're doing your best to keep the subway clean?"
"I'm not," I shrugged, "but it is something to write about."
"You're a writer?"
"No, but I've certain aspirations towards said."
"Good luck!" Just a few seconds later, the subway decelerated into the Queen TTC station.
I looked at the woman sitting next to me, a healthy white-haired woman in her fifties in a black secretarial suit, and across at the Asian construction worker wearing his tape-marked vest.
"He was on a mission," the worker said.
"From God," I agreed. The woman looked at me as I retrieved the crumpled pamphlet and put it in my bag. "He was from some church," I said.
"So," she said smiling as I zipped up my bag, "you're doing your best to keep the subway clean?"
"I'm not," I shrugged, "but it is something to write about."
"You're a writer?"
"No, but I've certain aspirations towards said."
"Good luck!" Just a few seconds later, the subway decelerated into the Queen TTC station.
