Last week, on the GO bus ride home, a man dressed head to toe in pink boarded at a stop near the Oshawa Centre.
How pink was he dressed?
Pink shoes, pink knee socks, pink shorts, pink leotard, pink bolero-style sweater, pink fingernails, pink lipstick, pink eye shadow and a jaunty pink hat.
He sat beside me. This was a gross error in judgement on his part.
I was playing Words With Friends on my tablet.
Pinky was extremely interested in what I was doing.
"What is that?" He asks, touching the edge of my tablet with his fingers. I move it away from his poorly manicured hands.
"It's a tablet." I reply and resume playing my game, shifting in my seat to angle myself closer to the window.
"That's not a tablet," replies Pinky. "Have you not read the Bible?"
"Um..." I mutter. I shift again in my seat.
"The Ten Commandments, have you heard of them?" Pinky asks.
"Sure," I say, closing my tablet. "Isn't one of them, 'Thou shall not bother strangers on the GO bus?'"
Pinky is aghast.
"Do you even know the Bible?" He asks, while gesturing with his hand like a magician having completed a trick. Trust me, Pinky was very dramatic.
"What a great work of fiction," I reply. "Please go ahead and tell me it's not."
By now, we've secured the attention of those around us who aren't engrossed in listening to music or sleeping.
"Are you Christian?" Pinky asks.
"Nope, I'm Cindy," I say.
He rolls his eyes. I was waiting for him to snap his fingers at me.
"No, not are you 'Christian' as 'is that your name?' Are you Christian as do you believe in Christianity?" He asks, exasperated.
"Is that a country?" I ask.
From somewhere behind us someone yells out, "It's not nice to make fun of the mentally ill!"
"Did you hear that?" I ask Pinky. "That guy thinks I'm mentally ill!"
Pinky waves his hand dismissively.
"Do you believe in God?" Pinky asks.
"That's a loaded question," I reply.
"What is it that you care about if you don't have God in your life?" Pinky asks.
"Oh my God," I say, "See what I did there? I said the word. 'God' ... I'm so glad you asked. You know what I care about?"
Pinky looks at me.
"Ever heard of the movie, Smokey and the Bandit?" I ask.
Pinky looks puzzled.
"It's a great movie. It was made back when Burt Reynolds was hot but now he's old and weird looking. Too much Botox. I hate when former sex idols mess with their faces. It makes you wonder what kind of shit Channing Tatum is gonna pull 40 years from now but by that time, you probably will be able to buy a whole new younger face and just have it sewn on. Anyway... in the movie, there's this sheriff, Sheriff Buford T. Justice or something, played by the guy who played Ralph on the Honeymooners. That was a show way before my time, but they used to play it on CFTO at lunchtime when I was a kid, and I used to have to suffer through it while I waited for the Flintstones to come on. Of course, I never got to watch the Flintstones all the way to the end because we had a 12:55 pm end of lunch bell... Lame, I know and you know how I knew I was late? If I managed to catch the Farm Report. Yeah... anyhow... Buford T. Justice made it his mission in the movie to catch Bandit played by the then-hot Burt Reynolds. All throughout the movie, he says 'sombitch' a lot. I've been meaning to watch the movie and count how many times Buford T. Justice says, 'sombitch'. That's what's been getting me by."
A guy sitting a row over stares at me with this incredulous and very epic what-the-fuck-did-she-just-say look on his face.
Pinky is thinking. I open my tablet and go back to my Word With Friends game.
Pinky opens his mouth and shuts it. He shifts in his seat and starts chewing the nailpolish off his nails.
That's right, Pinky, I say to myself. I invented crazy.
We rode in silence until I had to ring for my stop. Pinky got up without a word and I moved into the aisle.
"Sombitch," I say as his sits back down. He ignores me.
Well played, I think as I bounce off the bus. Well played.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Comment of the day
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD C.J. I DON'T CARE THAT YOU HAVE A JOB AND A FAMILY AND A LIFE . . . WHERE THE HELL IS CHAPTER 2????
According to emails and comments the story line must include:
GO Station Parking Garage
A bike
Hitching of breath
Sex on the train
Some gagging (you people are dirty. Very, very, very dirty)
Very descriptive sex
Drunk people on trains
Don't know what I'm talking about? Read Chapter One
So someone complained to the media ...
http://www.torontosun.com/2012/07/16/rider-angered-by-knapsack-on-ttc-subway-seat
Since we're on the topic, here's some more TTC douchebaggery:
Hi CJ,
ExGOnowTTC here. Unfortunately lost all my previous photos of TTC douchebaggery just recently. Thankfully they've all stepped forward and provide me the attached. The first one was taken during evening rush hour from Union to St George. Both douchebags got on at Union and stood like that the WHOLE way, only grudgingly moving so people could get on and off. Then they stood right back. At St George they both bolt out the door to run do a Bloor train. Standing in their exact usual spots of course.
Second one was taken this morning during rush hour Got on at Coxwell and noticed him. Then watched people get on, look at him and not do anything. In that proud Canadian tradition of passive-aggressive quietness, they mumbled quietly and looked at each other to do SOMETHING. Train got packed of course, and no one said anything. I got off at Bloor, so I didn't get to see anymore.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Because I can totally write this shit... challenge accepted
I am certain that many of you have read and seen (on the train) and been told all about a smutty, mom-porn novel called "Fifty Shades of Grey". There are also two more books in the series.
I've read all three. I didn't learn anything new that I hadn't already gleaned from my teenage years of watching scrambled porn during sleepovers, perusing through someone's dad's copies of Penthouse and Hustler magazine and spending nights watching crazy fetish crap on the KINK channel.
During a recent train ride, my BFF and I were discussing how this mom-smut genre is exploding and surely it can't be hard to write a book along the same lines. She dared me to try. Challenge accepted.
I'm no where near done but I'm sharing what I have so far. Let me know if I should continue ... I know you're dying for the smut scene.
I've read all three. I didn't learn anything new that I hadn't already gleaned from my teenage years of watching scrambled porn during sleepovers, perusing through someone's dad's copies of Penthouse and Hustler magazine and spending nights watching crazy fetish crap on the KINK channel.
During a recent train ride, my BFF and I were discussing how this mom-smut genre is exploding and surely it can't be hard to write a book along the same lines. She dared me to try. Challenge accepted.
I'm no where near done but I'm sharing what I have so far. Let me know if I should continue ... I know you're dying for the smut scene.
50 Shades of GO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
© 2012 Cindy
J. Smith
Cassie was late. She was super-shit-I-am-gonna-miss-the-train-late.
She'd circled the Oshawa GO Transit station parking lot seven
times before she found a spot and while running across the parking lot in her
kitten heels, she rummaged in her purse for her transit pass.
She was hot, sweaty and flustered. She launched herself onto
the train with seconds to spare.
Settling into a seat, she pulled out her compact to assess
the damage done by her 20-metre dash to the train. Her hair had gone limp. Her mascara was smudged
and she had toothpaste in the corner of her mouth. She fished out a tissue and
repaired what she could.
It was only when she began hunting for her BlackBerry did
she catch the eye of the man sitting across from her. He's new, she thought.
Being a commuter train, she had gotten to know the regulars and considering the
way his Armani suit hugged his muscular chest like a sausage casing wraps a
sausage, Cassie certainly would have made it a point to remember a man like
him.
Her eyes traveled slowly down to his shoes. He was
impeccably dressed and she was sure his shoes cost more than what she made in a
month. He caught her staring and smirked before returning to his newspaper.
Cassie blushed from her toes to her ears. She found her BlackBerry and began
scrolling through her calendar. What a busy day!
She was so tired. Kevin, her jerk boyfriend of seven years,
decided that last night would be the perfect night for a boy's night in and
she'd been kept awake by Kevin and his friends playing X-Box well into the wee
hours of the morning. Kevin was a musician and marched to the beat of his own
drum - literally. He was a drummer in a band called "Ready to Brew"
and travelled and played the bar/college circuit. He made a decent wage but always
seemed to forget that others had a regular nine to five job where sleep wasn't optional.
Cassie sighed. Kevin no longer seemed to measure up anymore.
When she met him at 17, she thought he was exciting and hot. But seven years
later, she had expected they'd be in a house they owned with a toddler and two
cars in the driveway. Instead, they were still in his basement apartment and
she was still driving the 15-year-old Toyota given to her by her mother.
Nothing about her relationship was exciting anymore. Plus, all her college
friends were getting engaged and planning weddings. She wanted a shot at being a
bride!
Enough with the negative thoughts, Cassie scolded herself.
She adjusted her skirt and arched her back. It was only a 50-minute train ride
into Toronto but she needed to be comfortable so she could at least try to nap.
She must have drifted off because she awoke to a buzzing
sound and someone tapping her knee. It was Armani. He was holding her
BlackBerry. "It fell on the floor while you were sleeping," he said.
She took it from him and looked at the display. Kevin! She rolled her eyes at
Armani and chose to silent it. "Thank you," she said to Armani. He
smiled a wide smile; one that touched his eyes. She noticed his eyes where the
bluest she'd ever seen. He was really was quite handsome. She wondered if he
was married and she quickly glanced at his left hand for a ring and didn't see
one.
Her heart skipped a beat. Chastizing herself she put her
phone in her purse and clasped her hands in her lap daring herself to look at
Armani again. He was still smiling at
her.
"Where do you work?" he finally asked.
"In the financial district," replied Cassie. He
shot up an eyebrow. "As ...?" he asked.
"I'm just an office clerk," she mumbled, "but
I'd really like to be a lawyer one day". Cassie immediately shut her
mouth. Oh my god, she thought, could I sound any more immature?
"How old are you?" asked Armani, as he
straightened his cuff links. Cassie noticed there was a small diamond stud in
each one. Why is he asking me that? She thought. That's rather personal... and
direct.
"Why do you want to know?" She challenged.
He chuckled. "Because you look like you're all of 18 -
a very pretty 18, but a very young looking 18".
"I'm 24," Cassie replied not sure to be happy that
he thought she was younger or dismayed that he couldn't fathom she was a mature
24-year-old woman.
"Well, Miss 24, it just so happens that my personal
assistant quit last week and I've got no one to attend to my personal
affairs," said Armani. "How much do you make at your job?"
Personal assistant? Is that all he thinks she's capable of?!
"With all due respect," said Cassie, "I
aspire to be the one telling people what to do one day, not the other way
around." She stared hard at him. Who does he think he is? Personal
assistant!? I am not going to fetch this man coffee, she scoffed to herself.
"That's very ambitious and this *is* a job where you
will tell people what to do," said Armani. I have a very complicated job
and a very complex lifestyle and it takes someone with maturity, poise,
business acumen and a sharp eye for detail to run my life. Why not give it a
shot?"
"How much?" asked Cassie.
"How much do you want?" asked Armani.
Cassie thought for a moment. Fine, she thought. Let me just
throw something on the table.
"Ok," she huffed. "$225 thousand per year. 1
month of vacation. 15 days of paid sick leave and health benefits." Ha!
She thought. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
"It's a deal," said Armani without so much as
batting an eyelash. "You start today. Call your boss."
Cassie's heart stopped beating. What did he say?
"I... I... wasn't ..." she stammered.
"Call your boss. You're quitting. Effective immediately.
If they have any issues," he pulled out a card, "Give them my name and
number".
Cassie's fingers shook as she took the card. "Holy sh--,
I mean, Jesus. Just like that?"
"Just like that," said Armani.
Cassie read the card. Armani was actually Finnegan O'Leary.
CEO of Matrix Ventures Corporation, a massive and very global investment firm.
"Question. Why are you on a GO train and not in a private
helicopter?" asked Cassie, still not believing the man sitting across from
her managed a billion dollar company. Somebody better pinch me soon, she
thought.
Finnegan smiled. "Ah, well, I don't drive. The reason?
I'd rather not get into it but my personal assistant drove me into work. I do
have a place in the city but my country home is in Solina. I trust you've heard
of it?"
Cassie nodded.
"I presume you have a driver's licence?" Finnegan
asked.
Cassie nodded.
"You're cute when you nod," said Finnegan.
"Now call your boss. We have a very busy morning ahead of us, but first,
we need to visit my condo. You need a change of clothes."
"I beg your pardon," said Cassie. The hell? What's
wrong with the way I'm dressed? She thought.
"Although I admit you look amazing in gray and white, people
who work for me must look like they hold a position of power and must dress the
part. This means wearing clothes that make a statement. No offence, but you
look like an office clerk and that just won't do," said Finnegan.
"Just won't do!" hissed Cassie. She learned
forward. "Okay, Finne-" "Mr. O'Leary," interjected
Finnegan. "You aren't serious?" asked Cassie. "If you want to
work for me, you will address me as Mr. O'Leary. That is not negotiable."
Cassie swallowed. What the fuck was she agreeing to again?
"There is nothing wrong with the way I dress, Mr.
O'Leary", Cassie practically spit the words. "What an offensive thing
to say to a lady."
"Fine, Miss 24. Have it your way. We'll go to the
office the way you are," said Finnegan, "But you will regret your
decision, especially with that run in your hose and the lipstick stain on the
cuff of your shirt sleeve."
Fuck. Cassie scowled as she assessed the run and the stain.
"Okay, I'll change," said Cassie. "Also,
please don't call me Miss 24. I have a name."
"I like 'Miss 24'. It's very James Bond and I'm rather
fond of those movies but I can't address you in public as that, even though I
find it amusing, so what is your name? In time, you will have to give me those
details in full, along with other personal information so you can pass a
security check among other checks and get on payroll... "
"Cassie Winter."
"Short for Cassandra?" Finnegan asked.
"Yes, but I'm named after an aunt I can't stand. She's
an awful and evil woman and I cringe when I hear the name," said Cassie.
The PA system blared and the engineer announced their
arrival into Toronto.
"Well, Miss Winter, I would love to hear all about
awful Aunt Cassandra over lunch. But first, we need to meet the company driver
who will take us to my condo. We need to exit onto Bay Street. I trust you can
point us in the right direction. My familiarity with Union Station isn't very good".
Of course it isn't, thought Cassie. God forbid you mingle
with common minions. Finnegan stood up and Cassie noticed he was well over six
feet tall. His dress pants did little to hide the muscular definition of his
legs. Oh my god, he's so hot. She swooned inwardly. But he's a jerk. Albeit, a
jerk who is going to be paying a lot of money for me to take notes, she
thought.
Cassie led the way to Bay Street where a sleek, black limo
waited. The driver nodded at Finnegan and opened the door. Cassie slid into a
lot of leather and wood which was well coupled with a lingering scent of money. Finnegan slid in after
her.
Cassie wondered if she should text Kevin and update him about
this very absurd and impulsive turn of events but then decided against it.
Let's see how this day plays out, she thought, and then I will fill him in.
Finnegan interrupted her thoughts. "You haven't called
your boss, yet. I suggest you get moving on that and if you have a husband or boyfriend
or significant other, I suggest you contact him or her and advise you'll be
late returning home late tonight. I have an industry event to attend and I need
a date. You're it."
Cassie steeled herself. Wow. Just wow. "And if I have
plans?" she challenged.
"Miss Winter, if you're going to work for me, at the
salary we've agreed upon, you have no other plans than my business. You will
get four nights off every work week but Fridays will be reserved exclusively
for me. This will allow us to attend functions without me worrying about
squirreling you home to your lover." Finnegan said, while picking off lint
Cassie could not see from his pant leg.
"No wonder your other assistant left. You can't own
someone's life!" Cassie said, incredulous over what she was told. "This
is a joke, right? My friend Cynthia set you up?"
Finnegan rolled his eyes. "Miss Winter, I assure you, I
am very serious about this proposal. My last assistant was paid very handsomely
for her duties but decided she wanted to get married and live out the rest of her
life on some island in the Pacific. Who am I to stop someone from pursuing
their dreams?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"I can sense, Miss Winter, that you hunger for more in
life. You know there's more for you in this world then your dead-end office
job, your simple clothes and your menial day to day tasks. You crave for bigger
things and you have a sense of adventure that you don't hide very well because
are you not sitting in a stranger's limo starting a new job you know very
little about?" asked Finnegan.
Fuck. How do I answer that? thought Cassie. She pulled out
her BlackBerry and called Denis, her boss. He wasn't going to be happy but
office clerks are dispensable. He'll find someone else.
Shit. Voicemail.
"I've got voicemail," she told Finnegan.
"Leave a message," Finnegan answered. "Resign
and give my information. I'll handle any fallout."
Cassie left the message and ended the call. She felt
unsettled and unsure how Denis would handle it.
Cassie focused her attention on Finnegan. He really was hot.
His thigh muscles bulged as he sat reading his BlackBerry. Finnegan had removed
his suit jacket, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Cassie could see he
had no chest hair. Her mind drifted and she began to imagine undoing more
buttons on his shirt to see what else he had to offer. She figured he was about
33, maybe 35. He had no laugh lines but he seemed well out of his 20s
considering his CEO position and the years it would have taken to get there.
She felt a small tingle in her loins. A feeling she hadn't
felt for quite some time. My god, she thought, how long has it been since she felt
this kind of attraction to a man? This feeling of longing? Wanting for a man to
take her to bed? Kevin wasn't a mouse but half the time she only fucked him to
get him off her case. Thinking about her less than exciting sex life made her
unhappy. She realized that Kevin had also stopping caring and that left her
feeling cold. She shivered.
"Would you like me to adjust the air
conditioning?" Finnegan asked. Cassie nodded.
Finnegan reached above him and tapped a panel. A cover slid
back exposing a series of buttons. He fiddled with a few and closed the panel.
"It will take a few minutes to adjust. Here, wear my jacket."
Finnegan passed Cassie his suit jacket and she draped it in front of her.
Chapter Two debuts on Friday, July 20 - read it here
Only acceptable if you have no spine. But wait, the real question is... why is he using an extension cord for a belt?
Thursday, July 12, 2012
"Lead by example" is lost on some
Now it wasn't super-crowded when they first set up camp... but halfway through my route, a woman tried to wedge between them and they were less than sympathetic (see the look on her face in pic #2).
-Submitted
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Check out this princess on the 5:10 PM Rush Hour LSE train
NO BIKES DURING RUSH HOUR, YOU DONKEYS!!!
And if that wasn't insult enough, she sprawls out like she owns it. Argh.
Kudos to the person reading the magazine for telling the tool to move. Note the person sitting on the floor. Bikes have zero priority.
I would have said something.
And if that wasn't insult enough, she sprawls out like she owns it. Argh.
Kudos to the person reading the magazine for telling the tool to move. Note the person sitting on the floor. Bikes have zero priority.
I would have said something.
Stay classy, my friend
| from: | Peter S | ||
| to: | "C.J. Smith" | ||
| date: | Sat, Jul 7, 2012 at 5:29 PM | ||
| subject: | Ironman (?) on the GO Train |
Hi Cindy.
On my trek home from St. Catharines, a young man boarded the LSW train with his bicycle and asked me if he could have the end seats that I was occupying. I assumed he was an Ironman, because he had a pristine bike, he was very articulate and polite with his request, and he immediately went to sleep (photo attached). Note, too, he was very careful not to put his feet on the seat.
I couldn't help but recall this video.
Cheers,
Peter
P.S. I assumed, too, that the bicycle was GO Transit approved, because it is a Presto model.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Hot rails
Mother Nature to make for a longer commute!
FROM: GO Transit
TO: cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Friday, July 6, 2012 12:42:59 PM
With temperatures expected to soar to 36 degrees celsius today we'd like to remind you that this afternoon's ride home will likely be longer than usual. Whenever the mercury soars and temperatures exceed the 30 degree mark such as today, it is possible for steel rails to expand and even buckle. As a safety measure, GO Transit along with CN, CP Rail and our other railway partners will apply speed restrictions in certain areas along your rail corridor all of which translates into a longer commute than usual. We thank you for your patience with us through the entire week and hope you have a wonderful weekend.
FROM: GO Transit
TO: cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Friday, July 6, 2012 12:42:59 PM
With temperatures expected to soar to 36 degrees celsius today we'd like to remind you that this afternoon's ride home will likely be longer than usual. Whenever the mercury soars and temperatures exceed the 30 degree mark such as today, it is possible for steel rails to expand and even buckle. As a safety measure, GO Transit along with CN, CP Rail and our other railway partners will apply speed restrictions in certain areas along your rail corridor all of which translates into a longer commute than usual. We thank you for your patience with us through the entire week and hope you have a wonderful weekend.
HULK RIDE GO @HULKGORIDER
WHAT MEAN HOT RAIL MAKE TRAIN SLOW? TRAIN NO RUN ON STRIPPER POLE! ME SO CONFUSED. ME ALWAYS SAID RUN GO AS SUBMARINE. ALWAYS COLD! NO TRACK
How many babies does it take to stuff a green pepper?
I have no idea but maybe this person who emailed me does.
Can you tell me why it's only transportation on roadways and in the air that require use of seatbelts? Ever notice how there are no seatbelts on trains or buses or boats? Please advise. I've been considering a petition to GO Transit about seatbelt implementation on their buses and trains.
Good question. In fact, you've actually asked the most authorized person in Canada this question. Double the fact, there's no one better!!! It all comes down to traffic, speed, design and risk. Do I feel buses should have seatbelts? Yes! But they don't. Why? Traditional buses, such as school and GO buses, are designed differently than cars. The seats are designed to act as barriers. It's been suggested through studies that seatbelts would actually add to injuries. Wide-format buses, such as the TTC buses that have bench seats facing each other, are death traps in my opinion. Too much aisle space. Too much opportunity for people to be thrown around.
Seatbelts are good for one thing - to restrain and secure. When your car hits another car, or a tree, or a wall, or rolls over, a seatbelt keeps you from being thrown from the vehicle due to the suddenness of the stop. A GO train takes a loooooonnnnnnggggg time to slow down. Very rarely would a train come to a sudden stop. Even if it hit a bridge, it would probably keep going. Most likely, the ones who would be injured are the ones who are standing and sitting on steps. Airplanes have belts to prevent passengers from becoming moving projectiles in the event of a sudden drop in altitude and severe turbulence. Much like a rollover in a car, a moving body can do a lot of damage to other passengers in a plane.
There's a lot of research on Google about the use of seatbelts. Good luck with your petition. I don't think you'll have much success considering there is so much debate and research that has been done against it.
Boats?
Google?
What about the fact that people in wheelchairs have to strap the chairs in on trains and buses?
Are they wearing belts in the wheelchair? Perhaps to stop the chair from rolling around over other passengers' feet?
So will you help with my petition because I also think it's time the Government of Ontario mandate that drivers and passengers wear helmets in cars and buses. They want to make it mandatory for cyclists. It should be mandatory for everyone.
How many babies does it take to stuff a green pepper?
Why would you ask me that?
I don't think you're for real.
You're the one talking about killing babies and stuffing them into peppers. Why would you ask me that?
I said no such thing and the correct answer is none. A pepper is too small to stuff a baby into.
You're weird.
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 4:31 PM | ||
| subject: | go and seatbelts |
Can you tell me why it's only transportation on roadways and in the air that require use of seatbelts? Ever notice how there are no seatbelts on trains or buses or boats? Please advise. I've been considering a petition to GO Transit about seatbelt implementation on their buses and trains.
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:11 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
Good question. In fact, you've actually asked the most authorized person in Canada this question. Double the fact, there's no one better!!! It all comes down to traffic, speed, design and risk. Do I feel buses should have seatbelts? Yes! But they don't. Why? Traditional buses, such as school and GO buses, are designed differently than cars. The seats are designed to act as barriers. It's been suggested through studies that seatbelts would actually add to injuries. Wide-format buses, such as the TTC buses that have bench seats facing each other, are death traps in my opinion. Too much aisle space. Too much opportunity for people to be thrown around.
Seatbelts are good for one thing - to restrain and secure. When your car hits another car, or a tree, or a wall, or rolls over, a seatbelt keeps you from being thrown from the vehicle due to the suddenness of the stop. A GO train takes a loooooonnnnnnggggg time to slow down. Very rarely would a train come to a sudden stop. Even if it hit a bridge, it would probably keep going. Most likely, the ones who would be injured are the ones who are standing and sitting on steps. Airplanes have belts to prevent passengers from becoming moving projectiles in the event of a sudden drop in altitude and severe turbulence. Much like a rollover in a car, a moving body can do a lot of damage to other passengers in a plane.
There's a lot of research on Google about the use of seatbelts. Good luck with your petition. I don't think you'll have much success considering there is so much debate and research that has been done against it.
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:17 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
Boats?
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:19 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
Google?
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:21 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
What about the fact that people in wheelchairs have to strap the chairs in on trains and buses?
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:22 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
Are they wearing belts in the wheelchair? Perhaps to stop the chair from rolling around over other passengers' feet?
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:27 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
So will you help with my petition because I also think it's time the Government of Ontario mandate that drivers and passengers wear helmets in cars and buses. They want to make it mandatory for cyclists. It should be mandatory for everyone.
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:28 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
How many babies does it take to stuff a green pepper?
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:40 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
Why would you ask me that?
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:41 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
I don't think you're for real.
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:42 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
You're the one talking about killing babies and stuffing them into peppers. Why would you ask me that?
| from: | CJ Smith | ||
| to: | j.kelley@xxxxxxxx.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:42 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
I said no such thing and the correct answer is none. A pepper is too small to stuff a baby into.
| from: | j.kelley | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 5:43 PM | ||
| subject: | Re: go and seatbelts |
You're weird.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Hilarious as hell
What do you do for your 15 year wedding anniversary?
Why you buy a five-foot metal chicken, that's what.
I laughed so hard at this, I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Thought I'd share.
Why you buy a five-foot metal chicken, that's what.
I laughed so hard at this, I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Thought I'd share.
Just some advice, don't try to make an extra lane between a GO bus and curb lane. (Hulk voice) YOU MAKE EVERYBODY LATE ON BUS!!!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
This story is better if you hum "Eye of the Tiger" from the Rocky movie as you read it
| from: | syl | ||
| to: | cj@thiscrazytrain.com | ||
| date: | Wed, Jul 4, 2012 at 8:28 AM | ||
| subject: | "magic shoes" |
I HATE confrontation, but this morning I mustered up my courage and asked a young woman where she got her magic shoes - you know, the ones that don't get dirty? She had her flip-flopped feet soles down on the seat in front of her. She was less than pleased with me, muttered something about "some people's attitude" (to which I replied that it was common courtesy). However, she did take her feet off the seat for the remainder of the ride :).
If I pretend to be asleep, people won't think I'm a donkey for hogging a seat on a full TTC subway train
You *ARE* a donkey. I don't care if it's the 4th of July and you threw on some USA sweatshirt some American relative bought for you in 1999 to celebrate.
This is Canada. Get your shit off the seats.
- Submitted
It's my car and I'll park how I want to ... park how I want to ... park how I want to. You would park like this too if you were illiterate
Hey, I never claimed to be able to write a song parody.
- Submitted, Richmond Hill GO Station
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