I have this umbrella with a long metal point. One could call it a weapon. I call it an umbrella.
When I got off the train tonight, I pointed the umbrella inward towards me and then up so I could open it, but was bumped forward by a woman who decided she was practicing for the time she has to jump out of a burning building because she launched herself off the train and into me. This resulted in me catching the arm of a man, puffing away on a cigarette I might add - right under the sign that clearly read NO SMOKING - with the point of said umbrella.
"Hey!" He yelled. "You could really hurt someone with that! That's a weapon!" I quickly replied, "Says the smoker on a platform where smoking is not allowed."**
Eff you, buddy. Seriously. Really? He's the one sucking on a stick proven to cause all kinds of cancer and he's worried about being poked by an umbrella?
**Smoke all you want. Just obey the laws of the land is all I ask. It's not fair to the smokers who follow the law when a-holes like the dude from tonight think the law doesn't apply to people like him.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
All aboard the 5:53
LIVE BLOGGING
This dude (Burly I think is his name) speaks slower than Tom. I have no idea why his annunciation skills are so precisely monotone and drawn out but dude needs some coffee.
PART WHERE MY SHIT WEBPHONE DIED
During the ride this evening I was subjected to someone standing near me who repeatedly slammed her bag into my head until finally I stood up and asked her if she would like to sit. Of course, she said no thank you, so I told her that her bag was was giving me a concussion and she put it on the floor. What in the hell do some of you women carry in your purses? Do you pay for everything with gold bullion?
LIVE BLOGGING RESUMES
The guy sitting next to me is asleep and is breathing like Darth Vader. Earlier this dude was picking dead skin off his forehead and forearm. Why can't people groom at home?
This dude (Burly I think is his name) speaks slower than Tom. I have no idea why his annunciation skills are so precisely monotone and drawn out but dude needs some coffee.
PART WHERE MY SHIT WEBPHONE DIED
During the ride this evening I was subjected to someone standing near me who repeatedly slammed her bag into my head until finally I stood up and asked her if she would like to sit. Of course, she said no thank you, so I told her that her bag was was giving me a concussion and she put it on the floor. What in the hell do some of you women carry in your purses? Do you pay for everything with gold bullion?
LIVE BLOGGING RESUMES
The guy sitting next to me is asleep and is breathing like Darth Vader. Earlier this dude was picking dead skin off his forehead and forearm. Why can't people groom at home?
Wet spot
Submitted by text message to 9054420352
One of the rudest things I've ever witnessed happened this morning when this woman got on the train at Georgetown and put her sopping wet umbrella on the seat beside her while she adjusted her coat and bags.
The seat was fabric and you could see how saturated it was getting. Then she picked up her umbrella, actually popped it open and closed it to smooth it out. When she popped it open, water splattered across the aisle and onto a few other seats.
This woman didn't have the courtesy to tell anyone who got on after her that the seat was wet and this man sat down and immediately jumped back up. This cow just sat there eating her muffin. Finally I spoke up and told him that a wet umbrella had been left there.
He made a look and said, "Well that was rude," and he went to sit somewhere else. I also got up and changed seats and as I left I looked over my shoulder and told this woman she better tell people, or at the very least lay down some newspaper. Honestly, how inconsiderate. - Helen
One of the rudest things I've ever witnessed happened this morning when this woman got on the train at Georgetown and put her sopping wet umbrella on the seat beside her while she adjusted her coat and bags.
The seat was fabric and you could see how saturated it was getting. Then she picked up her umbrella, actually popped it open and closed it to smooth it out. When she popped it open, water splattered across the aisle and onto a few other seats.
This woman didn't have the courtesy to tell anyone who got on after her that the seat was wet and this man sat down and immediately jumped back up. This cow just sat there eating her muffin. Finally I spoke up and told him that a wet umbrella had been left there.
He made a look and said, "Well that was rude," and he went to sit somewhere else. I also got up and changed seats and as I left I looked over my shoulder and told this woman she better tell people, or at the very least lay down some newspaper. Honestly, how inconsiderate. - Helen
Monday, November 29, 2010
Burning questions
I keep a traffic log through an analytics utility known as SiteMeter that allows me to see what Google searches direct people to this website.
It appears there's a huge concern about the cleanliness of the bathrooms on GO trains.
Here are the most popular search queries (from least to most popular) since March 1, 2010:
10. bathrooms on go transit clean
9. how fast is GO train
8. GO 24 hours
7. Go sucks
6. how to complain about GO service
5. corridor club for real
4. GO train Barrie on weekends
3. can I sleep on GO train
2. slippery leaves GO transit
1. sex in washrooms GO train
The number 1. search query, regarding sex in washrooms on GO trains, really sets the benchmark for these people when it comes to romance.
Number 10. is most likely related to Number 1. It all makes sense now.
Research. I has it.
It appears there's a huge concern about the cleanliness of the bathrooms on GO trains.
Here are the most popular search queries (from least to most popular) since March 1, 2010:
10. bathrooms on go transit clean
9. how fast is GO train
8. GO 24 hours
7. Go sucks
6. how to complain about GO service
5. corridor club for real
4. GO train Barrie on weekends
3. can I sleep on GO train
2. slippery leaves GO transit
1. sex in washrooms GO train
The number 1. search query, regarding sex in washrooms on GO trains, really sets the benchmark for these people when it comes to romance.
Number 10. is most likely related to Number 1. It all makes sense now.
Research. I has it.
Guess who's baaaaack!!?
Anna!
Seeing as I gain 6-9 new readers a week... Shocking right? No, really. That's about average... I'll have to reintroduce Anna to the new readers - all 18 of you since I last wrote about her. You can start here. Come back when you're done.
Anna sent me an email today. Allow me to share it with you.
From: Anna K.
To: cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Date: Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 10:18 AM
Subject: got my scarf back
Hello cj. I know you found me to be a pain and possibly quite vapid but I had my scarf finally returned to me. I was so attached to it because it was the first thing I bought myself when I got my job this year after nearly a year of being out of work. I bought it as a treat. I'm truly sorry I told you I wished you dead but I was frustrated and pissed off I left it on the train. I finally saw how you played out my saga and I laughed my ass off! I do sound like I'm missing a few screws but really I'm not! I appreciate all the help you did do by telling people about my scarf and that shoutout about it being found in a white bag wasn't mine. But I did go to RBC to look at it. It definitely wasn't a Michael Kors. I gave it some thought about what you said about donating it to someone more needy than me. At the time I lost my job I really thought I'd hit rock bottom but I still had my home and I still had money in the bank and a husband to support me. When I got my scarf back, I gave it to a homeless woman I see often lying on a grate at Bay and Adelaide. She can use it more than I can.
Cheers,
Anna
Seeing as I gain 6-9 new readers a week... Shocking right? No, really. That's about average... I'll have to reintroduce Anna to the new readers - all 18 of you since I last wrote about her. You can start here. Come back when you're done.
Anna sent me an email today. Allow me to share it with you.
From: Anna K.
To: cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Date: Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 10:18 AM
Subject: got my scarf back
Hello cj. I know you found me to be a pain and possibly quite vapid but I had my scarf finally returned to me. I was so attached to it because it was the first thing I bought myself when I got my job this year after nearly a year of being out of work. I bought it as a treat. I'm truly sorry I told you I wished you dead but I was frustrated and pissed off I left it on the train. I finally saw how you played out my saga and I laughed my ass off! I do sound like I'm missing a few screws but really I'm not! I appreciate all the help you did do by telling people about my scarf and that shoutout about it being found in a white bag wasn't mine. But I did go to RBC to look at it. It definitely wasn't a Michael Kors. I gave it some thought about what you said about donating it to someone more needy than me. At the time I lost my job I really thought I'd hit rock bottom but I still had my home and I still had money in the bank and a husband to support me. When I got my scarf back, I gave it to a homeless woman I see often lying on a grate at Bay and Adelaide. She can use it more than I can.
Cheers,
Anna
If I we get sick, we're coming after you
Train buddy Jill and I were subjected to a germ circus on the ride home tonight. There is nothing worse than people so engrossed with texting that they just openly hack and cough with no attempt to cover their mouths. We were in a quad. Quads have no barriers between you and the person in front of you. I stopped short of wrapping my scarf around my mouth and nose. Actually, I should have done that. It might have made a statement.
Girth
Before I lovingly pen this post, I must point out that I myself, am a lovely round woman of girth. However, I don't feel my roundness bestows upon me a handicap, rendering me disabled and gives me the right to plant my butt across two seats on a crowded train and then cry foul when a slender gentleman wedges himself next to me.
But that's what happened two weeks ago on the Barrie line, according to the Lady in Pink.
A woman, a rather large woman, with a cane (this may be a crucial component to the story), sat herself down in the two-seater that faces another two-seater, near each door. The Barrie trains fill up quite quickly and for those who ride it all the way to Barrie, it's a long train ride. Apparently a weary fellow spotted this woman in the two-seater and asked politely if he could sit. She told him, "It's too tight." He says he disagrees and goes to sit down. Before his butt even graces the seat she gathers all her stuff up in a huff declaring, "This is ridiculous, I'm going to tell the conductor".
Lady in Pink is certain this woman did not pay for two seats. About five to six minutes go by and a GO constable comes 'round and tells the man he has to vacate the train, that he violated GO's policy about priority seating. He was then escorted off the train. The woman then reclaims the two-seater as her own and the man has to wait for the next train to Barrie.
Thoughts?
But that's what happened two weeks ago on the Barrie line, according to the Lady in Pink.
A woman, a rather large woman, with a cane (this may be a crucial component to the story), sat herself down in the two-seater that faces another two-seater, near each door. The Barrie trains fill up quite quickly and for those who ride it all the way to Barrie, it's a long train ride. Apparently a weary fellow spotted this woman in the two-seater and asked politely if he could sit. She told him, "It's too tight." He says he disagrees and goes to sit down. Before his butt even graces the seat she gathers all her stuff up in a huff declaring, "This is ridiculous, I'm going to tell the conductor".
Lady in Pink is certain this woman did not pay for two seats. About five to six minutes go by and a GO constable comes 'round and tells the man he has to vacate the train, that he violated GO's policy about priority seating. He was then escorted off the train. The woman then reclaims the two-seater as her own and the man has to wait for the next train to Barrie.
Thoughts?
Will we find out if she leaves him? Or does he leave his wife?
I doubt the author of the love letter I found will respond.Is there any merit to me turning this letter into lost and found?
Would you want something like this letter back if you lost it?
My rotten heart and lack of soul
It appears my 'editorial' decision to scan and post two pages of a love letter I found at Union Station struck a nerve with some people. Many people who only wanted to help the author as she works through her affair with a married man wrote comments with loads of advice, almost all calling for her to end the affair.
Great pains were taken by me to black out names and other identifying comments but apparently this wasn't enough for some people who blasted me in text messages and in email for invading this woman (and man's) privacy.
Whoah ... hold on there Nellies ... this letter was found on the floor of a public place where it could be picked up by anyone and read by anyone. It just so happened it was picked up by me.
One person texted that it was my duty to destroy the letter, not destroy the life of the person who wrote it by posting it online. (Keeping in mind none of us know who the author is ... ) I don't know how it's possible to destroy the life of someone whose name appears nowhere on the letter.
One lady wrote in an email that the handwriting could easily give away the person to a co-worker. Now that's a bit of a stretch since I don't know of many people working in offices who hand write notes to each other on a daily basis. In fact, if I saw a note written by my boss on a desk in some other office, I'd have a hard time knowing that was her handwriting. Even if a co-worker did recognize the handwriting, how in the hell do you bring that up in conversation? Do you print out the letter and hand it to the person you think it belongs to in the lunch room? Then what? What would that achieve?
Another person sent me an email writing it was cruel and unfair of me to poke fun of someone who is obviously tortured. The problem is most of you who disagree with the posting of the letter are taking this way too personally. No one knows who this woman is. How do we even know it's a woman? She may have already delivered it to her lover, who in turn was the one who lost it.
In my opinion, seeing as the author remains anonymous, posting the letter is no different than reading an advice column in a newspaper where people anonymously submit personal problems and air their dirty laundry for the whole world to read.
It'd be a whole different ballgame if I had this person's name and published it. But rest assured, I have a heart ... and a soul, and I would never do that. I know there are people who disagree but to be fair, I've left it up for you, the riders/readers to decide. You'll notice a poll in the top right corner of the site. Have your say.
Great pains were taken by me to black out names and other identifying comments but apparently this wasn't enough for some people who blasted me in text messages and in email for invading this woman (and man's) privacy.
Whoah ... hold on there Nellies ... this letter was found on the floor of a public place where it could be picked up by anyone and read by anyone. It just so happened it was picked up by me.
One person texted that it was my duty to destroy the letter, not destroy the life of the person who wrote it by posting it online. (Keeping in mind none of us know who the author is ... ) I don't know how it's possible to destroy the life of someone whose name appears nowhere on the letter.
One lady wrote in an email that the handwriting could easily give away the person to a co-worker. Now that's a bit of a stretch since I don't know of many people working in offices who hand write notes to each other on a daily basis. In fact, if I saw a note written by my boss on a desk in some other office, I'd have a hard time knowing that was her handwriting. Even if a co-worker did recognize the handwriting, how in the hell do you bring that up in conversation? Do you print out the letter and hand it to the person you think it belongs to in the lunch room? Then what? What would that achieve?
Another person sent me an email writing it was cruel and unfair of me to poke fun of someone who is obviously tortured. The problem is most of you who disagree with the posting of the letter are taking this way too personally. No one knows who this woman is. How do we even know it's a woman? She may have already delivered it to her lover, who in turn was the one who lost it.
In my opinion, seeing as the author remains anonymous, posting the letter is no different than reading an advice column in a newspaper where people anonymously submit personal problems and air their dirty laundry for the whole world to read.
It'd be a whole different ballgame if I had this person's name and published it. But rest assured, I have a heart ... and a soul, and I would never do that. I know there are people who disagree but to be fair, I've left it up for you, the riders/readers to decide. You'll notice a poll in the top right corner of the site. Have your say.
There better be a million bucks in the trunk
Guy gets on at Ajax.
Strange sounds emit from his jacket pocket.
A few seconds pass before he clues in the sound belongs to him.
He pulls out a key ring and announces to us around him his car alarm has gone off.
This guy is panicked.
His hands actually start to shake as he calls his wife, who is still asleep and asks her if she wouldn't mind driving to the Ajax GO lot to make sure his car is okay.
Really?!
He even provided explicit directions to where his car is parked.
I think she hung up on him because he got off at Pickering.
Why was he so freaked out?
I keep nothing of value in my car. People are welcome to my extra bottle of oil, my roadside emergency kit (there's some granola bars in it and a bottle of Gatorade - grape flavour!). I've got half a container of windshield washer fluid. Of course, I'd be pissed if someone took my Oskar folding windshield snow-cleaning brush. In fact, I love that brush so much, I'd probably get off the train too, hail a cab, and book my way back to Oshawa.
Strange sounds emit from his jacket pocket.
A few seconds pass before he clues in the sound belongs to him.
He pulls out a key ring and announces to us around him his car alarm has gone off.
This guy is panicked.
His hands actually start to shake as he calls his wife, who is still asleep and asks her if she wouldn't mind driving to the Ajax GO lot to make sure his car is okay.
Really?!
He even provided explicit directions to where his car is parked.
I think she hung up on him because he got off at Pickering.
Why was he so freaked out?
I keep nothing of value in my car. People are welcome to my extra bottle of oil, my roadside emergency kit (there's some granola bars in it and a bottle of Gatorade - grape flavour!). I've got half a container of windshield washer fluid. Of course, I'd be pissed if someone took my Oskar folding windshield snow-cleaning brush. In fact, I love that brush so much, I'd probably get off the train too, hail a cab, and book my way back to Oshawa.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Well look at what the train dragged in
I don't own or carry a purse. I carry a courier bag that I use to strap my arms to my body when I sit so I can keep my girth to myself. But I have a question for the women who put their purses on the floor of trains instead of on laps... Do you put those same bags on your kitchen table and counters?
Have you ever thought about what came home with you? Yeah... no. Not good thoughts.
Have you ever thought about what came home with you? Yeah... no. Not good thoughts.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Is it *hard* to change your ring tone?
Why is it that people with the most obnoxious mobile ring tones panic when their phones ring and they scramble to answer? Never mind the fact that these same people set their ringer volume at a decibel that can be heard from space. If you're that embarrassed, pick a ring tone that actually rings!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Well at least he wasn't driving
Av, a faithful reader of this website, relayed a story to me today about her unusual ride home last night on the 9:13pm LSE.
She usually rides in the accessibility coach so should she encounter any "crazy", she's got the CSA there to handle any shenanigans. But last night, while rushing to catch the train, she decided any coach will do and hopped on.
At about 30 minutes into the ride, Av and another lady sitting near her were startled by a loud thumping noise. A few seconds pass and they hear another loud thump followed by what sounded like someone having thrown a suitcase onto the floor. Then a man, a construction-worker type dude, suddenly appeared face up on the floor, arms above his head. He was previously sitting comfortably beside the stairs.
After Av and the the other lady have their "home alone, silent scream moment," Av approaches him and shakes/pokes him, trying to rouse him but he remains unresponsive. Av tells the other woman she'll go alert the Customer Service Ambassador (CSA). So she hoofs down to the accessibility coach, tells the CSA and the train is held at Pickering while the CSA follows Av back to the coach to investigate.
Encountering the man, the CSA is eventually able to rouse him and asks him if he's ok.(Cut to Av who stands back due to her fear of projectile vomit and the likelihood that she'll deliver a punch to the guy's cake hole should that occur, to which a bottle of Purell would be needed.)
In the meantime, the CSA is able to get a response which took the form of the man smiling and tucking his hands behind his head and getting comfy, like he's lying all snugly in his own bed.
The CSA gets him to sit up and then stand up. By now, the other lady confirms that the man had not only slumped forward and hit his head on the wall, but that she had smelled alcohol on his breath.
It's obvious he's completely wasted. It's also revealed that the man meant to get off at Rouge Hill. The CSA escorts him off the train and tells him to take the next westbound train back. Av and the lady return to their seats and crack jokes about their weird experience.
Now what I love about Av is she did the one thing I ask all you turnips to do, she immediately took a photo because she knew no one would probably believe her without photographic evidence. She snapped the picture just before she headed off to fetch the CSA. Every story is made better with pictures! How can you not take a photo of such drunken craziness?
How could I not photoshop this either?
She usually rides in the accessibility coach so should she encounter any "crazy", she's got the CSA there to handle any shenanigans. But last night, while rushing to catch the train, she decided any coach will do and hopped on.
At about 30 minutes into the ride, Av and another lady sitting near her were startled by a loud thumping noise. A few seconds pass and they hear another loud thump followed by what sounded like someone having thrown a suitcase onto the floor. Then a man, a construction-worker type dude, suddenly appeared face up on the floor, arms above his head. He was previously sitting comfortably beside the stairs.
After Av and the the other lady have their "home alone, silent scream moment," Av approaches him and shakes/pokes him, trying to rouse him but he remains unresponsive. Av tells the other woman she'll go alert the Customer Service Ambassador (CSA). So she hoofs down to the accessibility coach, tells the CSA and the train is held at Pickering while the CSA follows Av back to the coach to investigate.
Encountering the man, the CSA is eventually able to rouse him and asks him if he's ok.(Cut to Av who stands back due to her fear of projectile vomit and the likelihood that she'll deliver a punch to the guy's cake hole should that occur, to which a bottle of Purell would be needed.)
In the meantime, the CSA is able to get a response which took the form of the man smiling and tucking his hands behind his head and getting comfy, like he's lying all snugly in his own bed.
The CSA gets him to sit up and then stand up. By now, the other lady confirms that the man had not only slumped forward and hit his head on the wall, but that she had smelled alcohol on his breath.
It's obvious he's completely wasted. It's also revealed that the man meant to get off at Rouge Hill. The CSA escorts him off the train and tells him to take the next westbound train back. Av and the lady return to their seats and crack jokes about their weird experience.
Now what I love about Av is she did the one thing I ask all you turnips to do, she immediately took a photo because she knew no one would probably believe her without photographic evidence. She snapped the picture just before she headed off to fetch the CSA. Every story is made better with pictures! How can you not take a photo of such drunken craziness?
How could I not photoshop this either?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Just because the seats are vinyl doesn't mean they're your personal floor mat
Submitted by picture message to 9054420352 from Diana D.Diana wrote, "These were rubber boots, complete with caked-on mud. I find this whole practice disgusting and wonder how these people would react if I came to their homes and walked all over their beds with my boots on."
Well, this is a first
I'm on the 8:13pm and the woman sitting across from me is reading this site on her iPhone. She put her phone down at one point, allowing me a glimpse of my green pac man-esque logo. She's been giggling madly and I suspect it's the dead people story that's killing her.
I see dead people
Sent via text message to 9054420352
I've nicknamed the sender DP. My replies are in green.
DP: this the crazy train website?
are you looking for the person who writes it?
DP: yes, is that you?
yep
DP: has anyone told u how the georgetown line is haunted?
nope
DP: well it is
ok, you don't have to get defensive... how is it haunted? is it a "Ghosts on the Train" type of situation?
DP: there's a ghost of a small child that walks the track near the mount pleasant. i 've seen this figure myself
really? is mount pleasant a station on the georgetown line?
DP: yes... apparently it's the spirit of a boy who was hit by a train
how and when do you see it?
DP: i live in an old farmhouse in brampton on pleasant road. at night mostly.
ok, i don't really know the area
DP: i live right behind the station
do you take the train yourself?
DP: no, someone told me about you
who ?
DP: a co-worker who takes the train but she takes a different train
cool, so she recommended the site ?
DP: yes and i immediately wanted to tell u about the ghost
when you say immediately, did she tell you about the site and you immediately pulled out your phone to text me?
DP: um no it took a couple of days
i'd think it be more interesting if the ghost actually rode the train
DP: maybe it does
it probably leaves a hook on the door, too!
DP: um, probably ... i don't think so ...
you don't know that urban legend?
DP: not really. can we talk about my ghost?
i think it's a bad idea to make a haunting personal, you've seen poltergeist right? portal to hell and all that ...
DP: i don't think this is that kind of ghost
well what kind of ghost do you think it is? do you think it's a residual haunt?
DP: a what?
a residual haunt. i watch a lot of ghost hunters on OLN. when you see this ghost, does it do the same thing all the time?
DP: so you're saying you believe me?
i won't believe anything yet until i do my own investigation first
DP: so you want to come to my house!?
yes! absolutely.
no, just tell me what the ghost does when you see it
DP: i just see it walk along the tracks and then it disappears
so it doesn't look at you or do something different one day and then something else the other?
DP: not really
then it's a residual haunt. meaning the spirit is just playing back an event.
DP: you mean like being hit by a train?
yes
DP: so there should be a ghost train?
(Long pause by me as I try to make sense of this question.)
i dunno, wait, let me ask velma, she knows everything
DP: whose velma?
she works with me here at mystery incorporated
DP: sorry, you lost me
fred, daphne, velma, shaggy we all work together especially when investigating a mystery
DP: are you talking about scooby doo?
how do you know my dog?
DP: it's a tv show
what is?
DP: scooby
no, scooby is my dog
DP: ok, scooby is your dog
(Another loooooooooooooooong pause. I actually thought I lost the person.)
DP: So are you telling me you're going to come here with the gang in the Mystery Machine?
Did you google that?
DP: No.
Dude, you didn't write for nearly 20 minutes ...
DP: so are you going to write about the georgetown ghost
yep
DP: cool!
but only if you get me some footage of the georgetown ghost
DP: you mean like a photo?
no, i want you to draw me a picture
DP: ok. i can do that
(Obviously sarcasm is lost on some people.)
awesome then. email it to cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Below is the drawing DP aka Mike sent over.
(Click the picture to enlarge the map in a new browser window).
I've nicknamed the sender DP. My replies are in green.
DP: this the crazy train website?
are you looking for the person who writes it?
DP: yes, is that you?
yep
DP: has anyone told u how the georgetown line is haunted?
nope
DP: well it is
ok, you don't have to get defensive... how is it haunted? is it a "Ghosts on the Train" type of situation?
DP: there's a ghost of a small child that walks the track near the mount pleasant. i 've seen this figure myself
really? is mount pleasant a station on the georgetown line?
DP: yes... apparently it's the spirit of a boy who was hit by a train
how and when do you see it?
DP: i live in an old farmhouse in brampton on pleasant road. at night mostly.
ok, i don't really know the area
DP: i live right behind the station
do you take the train yourself?
DP: no, someone told me about you
who ?
DP: a co-worker who takes the train but she takes a different train
cool, so she recommended the site ?
DP: yes and i immediately wanted to tell u about the ghost
when you say immediately, did she tell you about the site and you immediately pulled out your phone to text me?
DP: um no it took a couple of days
i'd think it be more interesting if the ghost actually rode the train
DP: maybe it does
it probably leaves a hook on the door, too!
DP: um, probably ... i don't think so ...
you don't know that urban legend?
DP: not really. can we talk about my ghost?
i think it's a bad idea to make a haunting personal, you've seen poltergeist right? portal to hell and all that ...
DP: i don't think this is that kind of ghost
well what kind of ghost do you think it is? do you think it's a residual haunt?
DP: a what?
a residual haunt. i watch a lot of ghost hunters on OLN. when you see this ghost, does it do the same thing all the time?
DP: so you're saying you believe me?
i won't believe anything yet until i do my own investigation first
DP: so you want to come to my house!?
yes! absolutely.
no, just tell me what the ghost does when you see it
DP: i just see it walk along the tracks and then it disappears
so it doesn't look at you or do something different one day and then something else the other?
DP: not really
then it's a residual haunt. meaning the spirit is just playing back an event.
DP: you mean like being hit by a train?
yes
DP: so there should be a ghost train?
(Long pause by me as I try to make sense of this question.)
i dunno, wait, let me ask velma, she knows everything
DP: whose velma?
she works with me here at mystery incorporated
DP: sorry, you lost me
fred, daphne, velma, shaggy we all work together especially when investigating a mystery
DP: are you talking about scooby doo?
how do you know my dog?
DP: it's a tv show
what is?
DP: scooby
no, scooby is my dog
DP: ok, scooby is your dog
(Another loooooooooooooooong pause. I actually thought I lost the person.)
DP: So are you telling me you're going to come here with the gang in the Mystery Machine?
Did you google that?
DP: No.
Dude, you didn't write for nearly 20 minutes ...
DP: so are you going to write about the georgetown ghost
yep
DP: cool!
but only if you get me some footage of the georgetown ghost
DP: you mean like a photo?
no, i want you to draw me a picture
DP: ok. i can do that
(Obviously sarcasm is lost on some people.)
awesome then. email it to cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Below is the drawing DP aka Mike sent over.
Be sure to make note of what he says about the boy and the time of day. Gold stars.
(Click the picture to enlarge the map in a new browser window).
This message will self-destruct
Submitted by Anonymous to cj@thiscrazytrain.com
This past Sunday my wife and I were returning back to Ajax from a show in Toronto. The early evening train had a few cars that were relatively empty including the one we were in. Several rows over sat a young couple fooling around. At one point, this couple got up and left. I could see them, from where I was sitting, both enter the washroom. This would be one of the larger lavatories, with the sliding door. I can't recall what station we had passed when they both entered the washroom but shortly after we left Pickering did both of them come out of the lavatory. The boy came out first, followed by the girl. I'm not good at ages, but I would guess they were both late teens, 19 or 20. I thought it odd that the girl proceeded to leave the car, moving towards the next one while the boy sat down not far from us, put in some earphones and closed his eyes. This left my wife and I somewhat baffled.
We both got off at Ajax, along with the girl who was several yards ahead of us on the platform. My wife saw her shove something blue into the trash can. As we got closer, my wife stopped and pointed. The blue item the girl discarded was a pair of female underwear, specifically a blue thong, my wife said. She was sure of it. We're not sure what we witnessed but we don't understand the ditching of clothing? Was it to discard evidence of an unfaithful tryst or to escape the watchful eye of a mother who handles the laundry?
We both are weekday commuters of GO transit and we've heard the rumors of people having sex on the trains. We didn't find what we saw titillating. In fact, we were both grossed out.
This past Sunday my wife and I were returning back to Ajax from a show in Toronto. The early evening train had a few cars that were relatively empty including the one we were in. Several rows over sat a young couple fooling around. At one point, this couple got up and left. I could see them, from where I was sitting, both enter the washroom. This would be one of the larger lavatories, with the sliding door. I can't recall what station we had passed when they both entered the washroom but shortly after we left Pickering did both of them come out of the lavatory. The boy came out first, followed by the girl. I'm not good at ages, but I would guess they were both late teens, 19 or 20. I thought it odd that the girl proceeded to leave the car, moving towards the next one while the boy sat down not far from us, put in some earphones and closed his eyes. This left my wife and I somewhat baffled.
We both got off at Ajax, along with the girl who was several yards ahead of us on the platform. My wife saw her shove something blue into the trash can. As we got closer, my wife stopped and pointed. The blue item the girl discarded was a pair of female underwear, specifically a blue thong, my wife said. She was sure of it. We're not sure what we witnessed but we don't understand the ditching of clothing? Was it to discard evidence of an unfaithful tryst or to escape the watchful eye of a mother who handles the laundry?
We both are weekday commuters of GO transit and we've heard the rumors of people having sex on the trains. We didn't find what we saw titillating. In fact, we were both grossed out.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Ballad of the foot rider
Tonight.
8:13pm LSE train from Union.
I sat down in a quad, by myself, and was soon joined by a woman, who, just past Danforth, slipped out of her loafers and laid her stocking feet on the seat next to me. Lord have mercy. Do I have to describe the stench? It was somewhere between stale Doritos and the smell of the water after you've boiled corn.
So I got up and moved. I also took a photo which I lovingly share with you below.
Settled into another quad, I was now seated across from a bag rider/foot rider combo who had her running shoes up on the seat in front of her.
I didn't even try to hide that I was taking pictures of these women.
The running shoe beast was busy texting and listening to her iPod. At one point, when she began to push her feet onto the foot cushion, grinding her filth into the fabric, she caught my eye and I nodded, to say I wanted to talk to her. She pulled out her earplugs and I asked if her running shoes were new, to which she replied, "No, do you like them?" I said, "No, not really, but they shouldn't be on the seat".
She got up in a huff, all pissed that I said something and lumbered her way upstairs.
Mission accomplished.
8:13pm LSE train from Union.
I sat down in a quad, by myself, and was soon joined by a woman, who, just past Danforth, slipped out of her loafers and laid her stocking feet on the seat next to me. Lord have mercy. Do I have to describe the stench? It was somewhere between stale Doritos and the smell of the water after you've boiled corn.
So I got up and moved. I also took a photo which I lovingly share with you below.
Settled into another quad, I was now seated across from a bag rider/foot rider combo who had her running shoes up on the seat in front of her.
I didn't even try to hide that I was taking pictures of these women.The running shoe beast was busy texting and listening to her iPod. At one point, when she began to push her feet onto the foot cushion, grinding her filth into the fabric, she caught my eye and I nodded, to say I wanted to talk to her. She pulled out her earplugs and I asked if her running shoes were new, to which she replied, "No, do you like them?" I said, "No, not really, but they shouldn't be on the seat".
She got up in a huff, all pissed that I said something and lumbered her way upstairs.
Mission accomplished.
Friday, November 19, 2010
I judge you when you use poor grammar
Most of my posts are typed out on the crappiest webphone ever made and seeing as I can't spellcheck in the mobile Blogger interface, I think my accuracy is pretty good. When I'm in front of a PC, I'll go and correct posts after I read them again.
Don't ever be afraid to point out errors or grammatical mistakes to me. Don't hold back. I don't like what ifs. What will you be for Halloween this year? I don't know what to go as.
Got it?
I think only the people who read everyday at The Toronto Star (I see it in the traffic logs, but of course, it could be people in the IT Department) will laugh at this post. Those who write for a living, I had you all in mind when I spewed out that nonsense.
Speaking of poor grammar, see the Facebook group of the same name with a photo gallery of poor grammar mistakes.
Don't ever be afraid to point out errors or grammatical mistakes to me. Don't hold back. I don't like what ifs. What will you be for Halloween this year? I don't know what to go as.
Got it?
I think only the people who read everyday at The Toronto Star (I see it in the traffic logs, but of course, it could be people in the IT Department) will laugh at this post. Those who write for a living, I had you all in mind when I spewed out that nonsense.
Speaking of poor grammar, see the Facebook group of the same name with a photo gallery of poor grammar mistakes.
Excess baggage
Obviously these two didn't get the memo.What memo you ask?
GO specifically asks in its tariff that customers not bog down its trains with excessive baggage.
Look, folks, bottom line is those of us who use GO Transit everyday aren't paying $2 to ride. At almost $300 a month for a pass, those of us coming in and out of Oshawa have high expectations, and one of those is that you consider VIA for commutes into Union with luggage. VIA trains can support the baggage. GO trains cannot.
Secondly, my train buddies wrote me to tell me they were extremely accommodating to these people this morning, while others who got on at Ajax and Pickering, were not. As you can tell from the picture, things got awkward real quick.
It can be deceiving at Oshawa in the morning, but trust me, if you're looking for a trip into Union as part of your route to get to Pearson Airport, I suggest you consider avoiding rush hour.Many thanks,
Us Crazy Turnips
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)