Last night's LSE train saw a large family arrive upstairs complete with cranky children, music blaring from an iPad and a grandpa whistling as loud as he could manage.
It only took until just outside the Distillery District for someone to remind the group of eight they were seated in the Quiet Zone and if they wanted to continue their Exhibition fun, they could do so downstairs.
Choice words were exchanged. Grandpa exclaimed it was a free country. Mom starting recording everyone on the coach so she would "have something for the police to watch if any of us started anything".
When the train left Pickering, a male passenger told the crowd they could go downstairs now since there were seats as he had quite enough of their obnoxious behaviour. He said he was a Metrolinx employee, so if they wanted to know who died and made him the boss of the GO train, he had the credentials to fill those shoes.
As they packed up their stuff and moved downstairs, the mother turned around and remarked to all of us that "this is what the Jews must have felt like during the Holocaust". The man told her that was an ignorant and offensive comment to make. I tried not to throw a shoe at her head.
I can't with this. I really can't.