My family doc is in Thornhill (I used to live in Unionville and once you find a good doc, you keep him/her -- despite the distance). Yesterday, as I have done twice before over the past five years, I took the Richmond Hill train to Langstaff.
The Richmond Hill people were notorious for lining up like preschool children when they used to board on Platform 4 -- all that was missing was the rope. Now that they board on Platform 13, either there's not enough room, or the train arrives earlier, but the lines have disappeared. On the train, I was seated across from a woman with her nose buried in a Kindle in the Quiet Zone. Somewhere around Oriole, I sneezed. This woman looked up, shushed me, and went back to her eBook.
Pardon?
I glared at her. She never looked up but I couldn't believe it... wow. That's pretty metal right there.
After we left Old Cummer, people began to get up and line up for what I wrongly assumed was for Langstaff, which is where I was getting off. I stood in the aisle behind a line of people who were also stacked going down the stairs. We arrive at Langstaff and the line doesn't move. I wait. Nothing happens. The hell?
The doors are closing announcement is made and I flipped out. Goddamn DOOR DONKEYS! So I launched myself down the stairs, body slammed some guy standing at the bottom near the doors and pushed my way through the doors seconds before they shut behind me. Pissed, I whirled around and gave the double gun salute to the people on that coach, blocking the doors, as the train pulled away.
They deserved it. Anyone who does this crap deserves it.
