We've been so spoiled since 2006 with mild winters. Then again, I had a car up until December of 2011, so maybe all this bus waiting is what makes me feel the cold more than years past.
I love snow, hate the cold. I like 1C weather and soft falling snow.
I do not like wind-so-cold-my-ass-goes-numb kind of cold.
I do not like hold-up-the-entire-line-to-get-on-the-bus-to-chat-about-Presto cold.
I do not like bus-is-not-on-time-because-the-driver-is-a-personal-GPS-for-you-as-you-try-to-figure-out-how-to-get-to-the-airport cold.
I do not like train-is-late-all-platform-shelters-are-full cold.
I do not like idle-the-train-with-the-doors-open-for-10-minutes-at-Pickering cold.
This week is gonna suck.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Well THAT was embarrassing!
Ugh.
UGH. UGH. UGH.
I fell. Down the stairs at Union Station. I'm okay but my purse is not and neither is my lunch.
I'm not sure what happened but the strap of my purse caught on something, eventually snapped and I went airborne. We're talking knees first to the pavement, glasses flying off and purse contents scattering.
I owe a lot to the people around me. A lady saved my glasses (thank god!) and another lady helped me gather up my lunch - what we found of it. My crap was EVERYWHERE. I never did find my Purell, nor my pride.
I had to buy a new bag. That's one of the benefits of working downtown and having the PATH at your feet. Shopping at 8 am isn't a problem. Thank you, Danier Leather.
UGH. UGH. UGH.
I fell. Down the stairs at Union Station. I'm okay but my purse is not and neither is my lunch.
I'm not sure what happened but the strap of my purse caught on something, eventually snapped and I went airborne. We're talking knees first to the pavement, glasses flying off and purse contents scattering.
I owe a lot to the people around me. A lady saved my glasses (thank god!) and another lady helped me gather up my lunch - what we found of it. My crap was EVERYWHERE. I never did find my Purell, nor my pride.
I had to buy a new bag. That's one of the benefits of working downtown and having the PATH at your feet. Shopping at 8 am isn't a problem. Thank you, Danier Leather.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Ever wanted to pull off a shoe and beat someone with it?
I'd like to point a collective finger at all the jokers who sat with me in vicinity next to this jerk and waited 'til I said something to shut him up and did not give me a STANDING OVATION.
What jerk you ask?
For 45 minutes, several of us on a morning express LSE train were all subjected to this man on his cellphone who said nothing but "Ah-huh" the entire time. It wasn't so much the "ah-huh", but how he was saying it that was hella annoying. I had to squelch all desire of beating him with my shoe.
Sure, there was plenty of eye-rolling, sighing, throat clearing and posturing from those who sat near him but only I had the balls to finally say something.
Of course, the jerk wasn't happy about me telling him how annoying he was and told me I was rude as he stalked off the train. I called after him to go hug a puppy until he felt better but I don't think he heard me.
I didn't think to record what was the most nerve-grating, one-sided, cellphone conversation in history, but here's a re-enactment by yours truly. Pretend you're riding on top of the train as you watch my crappy video.
Loop it for the full effect.
What jerk you ask?
For 45 minutes, several of us on a morning express LSE train were all subjected to this man on his cellphone who said nothing but "Ah-huh" the entire time. It wasn't so much the "ah-huh", but how he was saying it that was hella annoying. I had to squelch all desire of beating him with my shoe.
Sure, there was plenty of eye-rolling, sighing, throat clearing and posturing from those who sat near him but only I had the balls to finally say something.
Of course, the jerk wasn't happy about me telling him how annoying he was and told me I was rude as he stalked off the train. I called after him to go hug a puppy until he felt better but I don't think he heard me.
I didn't think to record what was the most nerve-grating, one-sided, cellphone conversation in history, but here's a re-enactment by yours truly. Pretend you're riding on top of the train as you watch my crappy video.
Loop it for the full effect.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Check out this seat hog
Crowded train (check!)
Express train (check!)
Rush hour (check!)
But he don't care!!! He secured the space of an entire quad with the power of dirty, sport socks.
Then there's this dirty boot hussy - on a wet day ...
Express train (check!)
Rush hour (check!)
But he don't care!!! He secured the space of an entire quad with the power of dirty, sport socks.
Then there's this dirty boot hussy - on a wet day ...
Um...
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It was not clear how the woman, around 20, got access to the key needed to start the train. She was taken to hospital with serious injuries, but the train was carrying no other passengers as it was in the early hours and no one in the house was hurt.
KEEP READING...
Monday, January 14, 2013
Copy Pasta
Kim Hughes over at the The GridTO compiled a list of terrible TTC commuters.
Copy pasta what she wrote to GO Transit, and voila!
She never used "donkey" once in her lambaste. Good girl, Kim.
FULL ARTICLE
Copy pasta what she wrote to GO Transit, and voila!
She never used "donkey" once in her lambaste. Good girl, Kim.
FULL ARTICLE
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Feet
Calling my blog "inspirational", a young woman has decided to 'tumblr' photos of foot riders across the GO system.
Entitled Feet on the GO, you can check it out here: http://www.feetonthego.tumblr.com/
The author, CS, writes: "I was 100% inspired by your blog! Except I took the easy way out with just feet! LOL! I just wish I had more time to spend on it."
I wept with joy. Seriously. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I browsed through the photos.
Make me proud, girlfriend.
Entitled Feet on the GO, you can check it out here: http://www.feetonthego.tumblr.com/
The author, CS, writes: "I was 100% inspired by your blog! Except I took the easy way out with just feet! LOL! I just wish I had more time to spend on it."
I wept with joy. Seriously. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I browsed through the photos.
Make me proud, girlfriend.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
One would hope that someone went and told the CSA
Apparently this was shot on a GO train this morning.
The author on Twitter doesn't give any info other than, "This wakes you up first thing in the morning!"
No kidding...
Source
The author on Twitter doesn't give any info other than, "This wakes you up first thing in the morning!"
No kidding...
Source
Battle of annoyance
Today was one of those mornings on the GO bus.
After this gent got on and snorted about half a bottle of Dristan, which not only grossed the hell out of me but everyone sitting near him, this same man then whipped out his BlackBerry, set it to speakerphone and called into Rogers customer service. We all got to listen to the automated messages, all of the advertising, the bizarre hold music and then his entire technical support conversation about his home wireless set up.
A young guy sitting in front of him, who had just about enough of this nonsense, pulled out a pair of drumsticks and began drumming on the metal bar attached to his window.
I felt bad for the driver as this was turning into quite the gong show.
I guess the driver, after about 10 minutes of this crap, grew tired of the cage battle between these two donkeys, so he turned up his radio as loud as it would go and we all got to listen to an exchange between a driver and someone in maintenance about a loud knocking sound a bus was making.
Drummer and Dristan both got the hint and stopped what they were doing.
Eventually the bus driver turned off his radio.
I refrained from saying anything because I try to stay quiet and will others to assert themselves.
I grow tired of always being the one who gives the verbal beat down.
After this gent got on and snorted about half a bottle of Dristan, which not only grossed the hell out of me but everyone sitting near him, this same man then whipped out his BlackBerry, set it to speakerphone and called into Rogers customer service. We all got to listen to the automated messages, all of the advertising, the bizarre hold music and then his entire technical support conversation about his home wireless set up.
A young guy sitting in front of him, who had just about enough of this nonsense, pulled out a pair of drumsticks and began drumming on the metal bar attached to his window.
I felt bad for the driver as this was turning into quite the gong show.
I guess the driver, after about 10 minutes of this crap, grew tired of the cage battle between these two donkeys, so he turned up his radio as loud as it would go and we all got to listen to an exchange between a driver and someone in maintenance about a loud knocking sound a bus was making.
Drummer and Dristan both got the hint and stopped what they were doing.
Eventually the bus driver turned off his radio.
I refrained from saying anything because I try to stay quiet and will others to assert themselves.
I grow tired of always being the one who gives the verbal beat down.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Gather round, kiddies. It's time for another tale of the Oakville Smokers Club
Submitted by MM
I haven't been using the camera much the last week or two. Mornings, my bus connection has been tighter so I don't get to do much besides grab a coffee and a paper and run. There aren't too many smokers visible, but you sure can smell them.
Evenings are another story. They congregate around the exits and no smoking areas like zombies at a shopping mall. They even have their own staked-out turfs and routines.
The first two pics were taken two or three days apart this week. I only noticed it was the same guy when I ran through my contact view and wondered why there were 100 or 120 other non-smoker pics between two almost identical shots. Same guy, same spot, same smoke reeking clothes. He stands right by the exit, and right under the sign. The only way you can tell that it's different days is that the papers are different in some of the newsboxes.
The other reason why I noticed that guy was because of the very next shot I took. On the other side of the station, right beside the main doors, were two guys who were just throwing away their smokes. I wasn't going to take their pic - no cigarettes in hand, so it doesn't fit my criteria - but then a third buttsucker walked up and asked to bum a stinkstick. Something one of the guys said caught my attention.
"Hey - ya, only in Oakville would a smoker give ya his last cigarette!" The smarmy misplaced self congratulating and erroneous sense of grandiose and magnanimous generosity and city boosterism almost made me upchuck.
So I took a pic of the generous gent lighting up the charity case's butt (now THERE'S an image!) and sharing the smoke with one and all.
So I took a pic of the generous gent lighting up the charity case's butt (now THERE'S an image!) and sharing the smoke with one and all.
When the two guys looked up I added - "And only in Oakville would you light up right by a main exit and between two clearly marked no smoking signs." Should have left well enough alone I guess... but I felt good.
So I walk out to the express bus platform, and of course, the two smoke-mook fashion plates follow me.
One of them had a few open sores on his face, the kind you see on people who have more, shall we say, exotic, smoking habits. He also seemed to show some of the intellectual deficits common to people who chase crystal.
He walked up and said, "I'm going to ask you to delete my picture."
I replied "Okay - go ahead."
I somehow don't think he pays too much thought to things that come out of or go into his blistered pie hole. His natural flummoxed look got a tad more flummoxed. I had to connect the dots.
"You said you were going to ask something, go ahead and ask."
"Okay - uh, delete my picture."
I paused. "And I'm going to say, no..... No."
The other guy, who seemed to have more axioms and dendrites in play, then started in with the whole, "You have no right to take my picture without asking..." It was the usual appeal to invented legalism that most all these people who smoke under no smoking signs seem to fall back on.
I tried to point out that a) there is no law against photographing in a public place and b) there is a law against smoking in the place where they were smoking and c) if he is so big on enforcing the etiquette of asking permission - when did he ask me if he could smoke?
All of this was lost on them, of course. I don't think they would have grasped it even if we hadn't been interrupted by this very sad young lady.
She was furiously puffing on her own coffin nail and screeched her way into the convo. I think that must be a habit in her poor sad life - thrusting herself in where she can only make things worse. Her face had that pretty brittleness that you know will soon shatter into a web of smokewrinkles, and the sort of vapid expression of the type of person who has never had to rely on any organ from the breastbone up.
I was just explaining to the more reasonable seeming of the two guys that I had an allergy to their smoke, and a reasonable expectation that the area around the station would be smoke-free, when blonde, stereotype girl stepped up and blew smoke in my face. She then tottered off to what's left of her miserable time here on earth.
That kinda put quit to either side making any effort at all. I asked a waiting bus driver to call bylaw enforcement, and he did. He also told me that the bus I was waiting on would take ten minutes, so I decided to go catch a local.
Meth-acne guy then offered to break my camera - but his heart wasn't really in it. I smiled at him, would have even patted the poor over-stimulated guy on the top of his pointy head. He then offered how the Montreal Canadiens suck (I had a raggy, old Canadiens cap on). It had gotten down to that sad level of non sequitur. He just wanted to hurt my poor feelings. Too bad.
His smoke-sister had already started an allergic reaction for me... I'm sure knowing this would make him feel better, so I didn't tell him - does that make me a bad person?
I smiled again and ambled off.
My secret admirer
In full donkey position
Apparently you can find him on Plenty of Fish.com.
Contain yourself, ladies.
Apparently you can find him on Plenty of Fish.com.
Contain yourself, ladies.
People know they have to tap, right?
Over the past week, I've noticed something interesting, especially at the Oshawa GO Station.
People walk from the parking lot and walk right past the Presto machines and onto the train. I've also witnessed this in the evenings at Union Station in the Bay Team Way.
If you're new to Presto, you have to tap on. The card doesn't work like a monthly pass. Just because you have a card doesn't mean you've paid your fare.
I'm also surprised that there's been no morning or evening fare checks which I suspect is GO Transit giving passengers a grace period as they acclimatize themselves with tapping on and off.
February should be interesting.
People walk from the parking lot and walk right past the Presto machines and onto the train. I've also witnessed this in the evenings at Union Station in the Bay Team Way.
If you're new to Presto, you have to tap on. The card doesn't work like a monthly pass. Just because you have a card doesn't mean you've paid your fare.
I'm also surprised that there's been no morning or evening fare checks which I suspect is GO Transit giving passengers a grace period as they acclimatize themselves with tapping on and off.
February should be interesting.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
How in the hell?
This morning, on-board the 7:00 am OSH-UNST (or whatever the acronym is), I observed a young woman remove from her purse - a small bottle and a small container of some kind, and what looked like wetnaps.
She opened a wetnap, cleaned her fingers and then opened the bottle and squirted liquid on her hands. Then, she turned sideways in her seat, faced the window and opened the smaller container. She took one hand, held open one eye and with her other hand, took what I now realized was a contact lens and used the window as a mirror to insert the lens into her eye. The train wasn't moving yet. She repeated the process for the other eye.
Then she put everything away in her purse, blinked a couple of times, and went to sleep.
Now that, that was impressive but all I kept thinking was, "How in the hell?"
She opened a wetnap, cleaned her fingers and then opened the bottle and squirted liquid on her hands. Then, she turned sideways in her seat, faced the window and opened the smaller container. She took one hand, held open one eye and with her other hand, took what I now realized was a contact lens and used the window as a mirror to insert the lens into her eye. The train wasn't moving yet. She repeated the process for the other eye.
Then she put everything away in her purse, blinked a couple of times, and went to sleep.
Now that, that was impressive but all I kept thinking was, "How in the hell?"
Monday, January 7, 2013
Don't you just love the folks who always have to make their exasperation known?
There are two parts to this email from Lori M. In part one, she observed our good friends the Triple Ds making an effort to reform by actually boarding trains from the correct platform. Sadly, it won't last.
In part two she outlines an annoying habit a few passengers have and that is to audibly announce their displeasure at someone or something by making grandiose gestures, posturing or sighing loudly.
Lori notes, "On the train coming home, someone or some people (I could never get a clear glimpse of the culprits) had some problem with "The doors are closing, stand clear of the doors" announcements. At every single stop after the announcement was made, an audible sigh could be heard. I felt like going up to whomever was doing this and telling them off. Repeated announcements can be annoying, but unfortunately, some people do not possess common sense and need to be told over and over.
But repeated announcements become even more annoying when some donkeys decide to let everyone else know they find it annoying. I personally dub this person(s) the door warning donkey or DWD."
I like it.
In part two she outlines an annoying habit a few passengers have and that is to audibly announce their displeasure at someone or something by making grandiose gestures, posturing or sighing loudly.
Lori notes, "On the train coming home, someone or some people (I could never get a clear glimpse of the culprits) had some problem with "The doors are closing, stand clear of the doors" announcements. At every single stop after the announcement was made, an audible sigh could be heard. I felt like going up to whomever was doing this and telling them off. Repeated announcements can be annoying, but unfortunately, some people do not possess common sense and need to be told over and over.
But repeated announcements become even more annoying when some donkeys decide to let everyone else know they find it annoying. I personally dub this person(s) the door warning donkey or DWD."
I like it.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The problem with being a monopoly...
Stories like this one, "Able to get on the GO train, wheelchair user struggles to get off" aren't taken seriously.
If accessibility was as important as GO Transit claims, in this day and age, we wouldn't be reading about a man who was left embarrassed and humiliated because he was unable to ride the system, from start to finish, in his wheelchair and with dignity.
It doesn't matter how bad the service is at times, or how non-compliant Metrolinx (the corporation that owns and operates GO Transit) is, by dragging their feet on creating a barrier-free system, they don't fear the wrath of the public. Bad publicity doesn't affect their bottom line. GO Transit is the only regional transit system operating trains and buses across the GTA. Their trains are the only public transit option for many people commuting in from east and west of Toronto. People aren't about to abandon the system in droves out of disgust. There are no transit alternatives. I'm not about to buy a car so I can avoid giving Metrolinx any more of my money.
Despite stories as horrible as James Gilfoy’s, Metrolinx isn't going to be holding a special board meeting or demanding immediate changes. Their reaction to Gilfoy's dilemma was to blame him and his wife for his transit woes.
In a statement to the Toronto Star, a Metrolinx spokesperson said, "“We encourage customers to contact GO Transit to determine whether their trip is accessible. Our call centre representatives can help customers plan their routes based on their needs.”
And Gilfoy's response?
“GO’s reaction was that if we had planned it out better it wouldn’t have happened,” said James. “It’s almost 2013. I didn’t think I’d have to plan whether I could get off the train. They really aren’t addressing the situation. Knowing that it won’t be until 2016 means nothing to me. And what about the next person to encounter this? They may be in a worse situation: unable to walk, or elderly."
And don't get me started on how GO Transit still doesn't adequately accommodate the hearing-impaired ... it's quite shameful, really, that our tax and fare dollars support this nonsense.
If accessibility was as important as GO Transit claims, in this day and age, we wouldn't be reading about a man who was left embarrassed and humiliated because he was unable to ride the system, from start to finish, in his wheelchair and with dignity.
It doesn't matter how bad the service is at times, or how non-compliant Metrolinx (the corporation that owns and operates GO Transit) is, by dragging their feet on creating a barrier-free system, they don't fear the wrath of the public. Bad publicity doesn't affect their bottom line. GO Transit is the only regional transit system operating trains and buses across the GTA. Their trains are the only public transit option for many people commuting in from east and west of Toronto. People aren't about to abandon the system in droves out of disgust. There are no transit alternatives. I'm not about to buy a car so I can avoid giving Metrolinx any more of my money.
Despite stories as horrible as James Gilfoy’s, Metrolinx isn't going to be holding a special board meeting or demanding immediate changes. Their reaction to Gilfoy's dilemma was to blame him and his wife for his transit woes.
In a statement to the Toronto Star, a Metrolinx spokesperson said, "“We encourage customers to contact GO Transit to determine whether their trip is accessible. Our call centre representatives can help customers plan their routes based on their needs.”
And Gilfoy's response?
“GO’s reaction was that if we had planned it out better it wouldn’t have happened,” said James. “It’s almost 2013. I didn’t think I’d have to plan whether I could get off the train. They really aren’t addressing the situation. Knowing that it won’t be until 2016 means nothing to me. And what about the next person to encounter this? They may be in a worse situation: unable to walk, or elderly."
And don't get me started on how GO Transit still doesn't adequately accommodate the hearing-impaired ... it's quite shameful, really, that our tax and fare dollars support this nonsense.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
All hail the shit show!
It was commuter chaos.
The expression on the face of this elderly gent pretty much summed up how most people felt about the situation.
It truly was a magnificent display of fuckery. Kudos to everyone who dreamed up this mess. It truly was the song of your people.
Let's start 2013 off on the right foot, shall we?
And you know where your right foot should be? On the floor, along with your left foot.
Nothing pisses me off more than climbing aboard a coach only to witness three people wearing dirty, salt-stained boots using the seat across from them as foot stools.
So I yelled, and without warning, "Get your boots off the seats, please!" I promptly scared the living daylights out of this one turd. Good.
I used my "I am important" voice. Loud, clear and booming, I ensured my voice traveled up an octave towards the end.
Hysterically, after I sat down, this woman approached me to tell me that she thought I was very rude. I told her to be quiet. I told her I was important and did not care what she thinks.
My "I am important" routine dials up all kinds of crazy and has guaranteed much success in encouraging people not to mess with me.
Now, with that out of the way, let's address all the things 2013 is sure to bring us.
Presto. Aw yeah... I know most of you clung to your monthly paper passes the way Jessica Simpson clings to a gift certificate for an all you can eat BBQ buffet, but hell has indeed frozen over because as of yesterday, your hand has been forced to let go of that paper pass. That green and white plastic card is now your best friend and your worst enemy. I was an early adopter of the card and am used to all of its nuances. Most of you will hate it at first, but I swear to you, you will get used to the tapping.
We can all expect to be lighter in the wallets thanks to the GO fare increase that comes into effect February 1st and increased payroll deductions for Employment Insurance and Canada Pension. It's the fare increase that irks me the most. I haven't seen an improvement in overall service since the last increase a mere 11 months ago, but I hope Metrolinx takes all that extra money and pours it into GPS systems for their buses and more express trains or longer trains on the LSE and LSW corridors. I know that many LSW passengers are tired of standing for 45+ minutes on their commutes.
On a personal note, I have made a resolution to ditch my dependency on nasal sprays. I suffer from chronic, allergic rhinitis and sprays like Claritin and Drixoral are my drugs of choice in combating congestion.
It's been over 24 hours since I've snorted a hit and although I am miserable as all hell, this is for the best.
It's an expensive 'habit' and I need to convince myself that the steroid sprays prescribed to me by my doctor are going to work.
I've been down this path at least seven times during this 13-year 'addiction' and have never been successful. This time, I am determined to beat my dependency. Like a smoker trying to quit nicotine, withdrawal leaves me in a bad mood.
I feel bad for the foot riders. They don't know what's coming for them.
Nothing pisses me off more than climbing aboard a coach only to witness three people wearing dirty, salt-stained boots using the seat across from them as foot stools.
So I yelled, and without warning, "Get your boots off the seats, please!" I promptly scared the living daylights out of this one turd. Good.
I used my "I am important" voice. Loud, clear and booming, I ensured my voice traveled up an octave towards the end.
Hysterically, after I sat down, this woman approached me to tell me that she thought I was very rude. I told her to be quiet. I told her I was important and did not care what she thinks.
My "I am important" routine dials up all kinds of crazy and has guaranteed much success in encouraging people not to mess with me.
Now, with that out of the way, let's address all the things 2013 is sure to bring us.
Presto. Aw yeah... I know most of you clung to your monthly paper passes the way Jessica Simpson clings to a gift certificate for an all you can eat BBQ buffet, but hell has indeed frozen over because as of yesterday, your hand has been forced to let go of that paper pass. That green and white plastic card is now your best friend and your worst enemy. I was an early adopter of the card and am used to all of its nuances. Most of you will hate it at first, but I swear to you, you will get used to the tapping.
We can all expect to be lighter in the wallets thanks to the GO fare increase that comes into effect February 1st and increased payroll deductions for Employment Insurance and Canada Pension. It's the fare increase that irks me the most. I haven't seen an improvement in overall service since the last increase a mere 11 months ago, but I hope Metrolinx takes all that extra money and pours it into GPS systems for their buses and more express trains or longer trains on the LSE and LSW corridors. I know that many LSW passengers are tired of standing for 45+ minutes on their commutes.
On a personal note, I have made a resolution to ditch my dependency on nasal sprays. I suffer from chronic, allergic rhinitis and sprays like Claritin and Drixoral are my drugs of choice in combating congestion.
It's been over 24 hours since I've snorted a hit and although I am miserable as all hell, this is for the best.
It's an expensive 'habit' and I need to convince myself that the steroid sprays prescribed to me by my doctor are going to work.
I've been down this path at least seven times during this 13-year 'addiction' and have never been successful. This time, I am determined to beat my dependency. Like a smoker trying to quit nicotine, withdrawal leaves me in a bad mood.
I feel bad for the foot riders. They don't know what's coming for them.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Merry Christmas!
I am using the kitchen laptop to write this post. The kitchen laptop has seen better days. The kitchen laptop has been a victim too many times to count of having had some kind of liquid spilled on the keyboard. Because of this, the shift key no longer works. And the speakers. And the number pad. For punctuation, I rely on the keyboard character map tool. It's tricky.
Right now, because I've been on my feet since 10 am this morning and it's now 8 pm, I don't think I could manage to get off this chair and make it upstairs to the home office without my legs collapsing. I'm actually afraid to get off the chair after I write about my cooking/baking marathon for fear of stiffening up completely.
I'm hosting Christmas dinner this year and put together a rather ambitious menu.
Originally, I had Poutine râpée on the menu, in honor of my Acadian father, but the dumplings - a mixture of cooked and raw potatoes filled with pork and boiled in water, fell apart. I had never made them before. I watched dozens of videos and read numerous blogs with tips and instructions and yet, they didn't work out. So when life hands you failed dumplings, make potato pancakes instead. I strained the potatoes from the water, dried them out and used them for the pancakes. My dad is still getting his Acadian meat pie so at least there's one traditional dish on the menu.
I was feeling really positive as I watched the dumplings spin around in the boiling water.
I have a sister who is a bit of a health nut so for her, I made a bean salad medley.
I suspect she will manage a cabbage roll, or two...
How can you resist these beauties? My Ukrainian mother has been making these for Christmas dinner forever. My mom is tired. It's my turn to carry on the tradition.
The filling is stupidly easy. Raw beef is combined with cooked rice and seasoned with tomato juice, ketchup, Worchestire sauce, diced onion, minced garlic and salt and pepper - email me if you would like complete instructions.
Boiling the cabbage stunk up the whole house. It also took almost an hour to soften this beast.
Of course, I had to try one. Just to make sure I had cooked them thoroughly.
Continuing to pay homage to my eastern European roots, I whipped up some Kapusta. This dish has many names. Polish people call it Bigos. Most Slovaks have a variation of the dish which is essentially cooked cabbage, sauerkraut, sauteed onion, pork or bacon fat and chopped cured pork - all combined in a sauce pan, or cooked in the oven. It's not the most attractive looking dish but hot damn, is it ever tasty.
And since lobster is so cheap right now, I decided to do a lobster bake with toasted bread crumbs, herbed garlic butter seasoning and shredded cheese.
I kid you not. I shredded the skin off several fingers getting the meat out of three lobsters.
Right now, because I've been on my feet since 10 am this morning and it's now 8 pm, I don't think I could manage to get off this chair and make it upstairs to the home office without my legs collapsing. I'm actually afraid to get off the chair after I write about my cooking/baking marathon for fear of stiffening up completely.
I'm hosting Christmas dinner this year and put together a rather ambitious menu.
Originally, I had Poutine râpée on the menu, in honor of my Acadian father, but the dumplings - a mixture of cooked and raw potatoes filled with pork and boiled in water, fell apart. I had never made them before. I watched dozens of videos and read numerous blogs with tips and instructions and yet, they didn't work out. So when life hands you failed dumplings, make potato pancakes instead. I strained the potatoes from the water, dried them out and used them for the pancakes. My dad is still getting his Acadian meat pie so at least there's one traditional dish on the menu.
I was feeling really positive as I watched the dumplings spin around in the boiling water.
They rolled out perfectly. They held together just fine and were dry and coated with flour prior to me gently lowering them into the water. It just wasn't meant to be and with no grandmother around to call... I wish I had paid more attention to her cooking when she was alive, but I was a teenager spending summers in New Brunswick and the last place I wanted to be was in mamere's kitchen.
I have a sister who is a bit of a health nut so for her, I made a bean salad medley.
I suspect she will manage a cabbage roll, or two...
How can you resist these beauties? My Ukrainian mother has been making these for Christmas dinner forever. My mom is tired. It's my turn to carry on the tradition.
The filling is stupidly easy. Raw beef is combined with cooked rice and seasoned with tomato juice, ketchup, Worchestire sauce, diced onion, minced garlic and salt and pepper - email me if you would like complete instructions.
Boiling the cabbage stunk up the whole house. It also took almost an hour to soften this beast.
Of course, I had to try one. Just to make sure I had cooked them thoroughly.
Continuing to pay homage to my eastern European roots, I whipped up some Kapusta. This dish has many names. Polish people call it Bigos. Most Slovaks have a variation of the dish which is essentially cooked cabbage, sauerkraut, sauteed onion, pork or bacon fat and chopped cured pork - all combined in a sauce pan, or cooked in the oven. It's not the most attractive looking dish but hot damn, is it ever tasty.
And since lobster is so cheap right now, I decided to do a lobster bake with toasted bread crumbs, herbed garlic butter seasoning and shredded cheese.
I kid you not. I shredded the skin off several fingers getting the meat out of three lobsters.
My roasted chicken is prepped for the oven. I am leaving the pumpkin meringue pie to be made and assembled on Christmas day as well as the caramel cheesecake. I am exhausted but I managed to bake cookies for my husband, who is diabetic. This is a tough time of year for him. There are many goodies he can't have so I adapt my baking and use sugar substitutes. I made 'easy on the chips' chocolate chip cookies and almond cranberry cookies.
And lastly, let's not forget Santa and his reindeer. My daughter put out cookies, milk and carrots. She decided to keep it classy and put the milk in a wine glass.
I'm off until January 2nd. Have a lovely holiday everyone!
Friday, December 21, 2012
POUND YOUR CHEST LIKE A GORILLA, BRO!!!
So here I am, 8 hours into a shit day and I decide to check my Crazy Train email.
If there was a kielbasa for bravery, it would be 24 inches long and wider than the most obnoxiously sized flat-screen television and I would have it bronzed and blessed by some crazy Orthodox Ukrainian priest so I could give it to this person.
I am PROUD, PROUD of the author of this email. MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED!!!
From Jack C
To cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Fri, Dec 21, 2012 at 1:41 PM
Pre-Christmas Foot Rider Drama
You’d have been proud of me today. I made my feelings known to a donkey (pictured below) on the LSE into Union this morning who had his feet up on the seat, and on a fairly wet day no less. As a mild-mannered high school teacher, I deal with more than my share of unwanted conflict and drama with students on a day-to-day basis (actually not so much this year, as I’ve transferred to a much nicer school), so I don’t go looking for arguments with strangers and generally mind my own business on the train, all the while grinding my teeth about the behaviours you and your readers also find irritating.
What pushed me over the top today was the donkey’s attitude when the transit safety guys came around checking tickets. No wonder high school students frequently act affronted when challenged on clearly inappropriate behaviour. Adults apparently act the same way. Having taught for about six years now, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m usually the “bad guy” for doing my job and disciplining a student for something he knows full well is against the rules and which he is doing in plain sight.
My theory is that nobody really likes being told what to do. It’s in most of our natures to resent authority just a bit when we feel our freedom is being curtailed, even (and perhaps especially) when we are the ones in the wrong and know it. The difference is that most of us learn the basic social codes that enable us to repress our resentment at being subject to rules in favour of appropriate respect for authority and the desire to maintain a peaceful, orderly environment. However, some do not learn or accept basic social codes, and so are endowed with a sense of entitlement that far outstrips any conventional notion of right and wrong. I was raised to believe that your morality and personal integrity is best demonstrated in who you are and what you do when you believe nobody is watching.
In any event, donkey has his feet on the seat, and the transit cop comes by checking tickets, and this is the exchange that ensued:
Transit Cop: Sir, you need to take your feet off the seat. I believe I spoke to about that yesterday as well.
Donkey: Whatever. Here’s my Presto card, man. *feet still up on the seat*
Transit Cop: Sir, take your feet of the seat now, please.
Donkey: *slowly and grudgingly takes his feet down* Man, what is your problem? You act like this every day. Why don’t you get a life?
Transit Cop: I’m doing my job. It’s not fair to other passengers to have your feet where they are going to be sitting.
Donkey: Whatever. Everybody puts their feet up. Get over it. *puts his feet back up* See? What are you going to do about it?
*At this point, as a teacher, I’m thinking DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! Donkey’s testing you, brother. You CAN’T back down now or your authority is shot.*
Transit Cop: Sir, if you keep acting this way, I’ll have to fine you.
*I’m thinking, Okay, but you’d better be prepared to do it. If that’s an idle threat, he’s going to call your bluff, and you’re toast.*
Donkey: Fine. You wanna write me a ticket? Go ahead. Go ahead. Write it up.
*Uh oh. I hope you know you HAVE to write that ticket now, Mr. Transit Safety Guy*
Transit Cop: You WANT to be fined?
Donkey: I don’t care. I’m sick of you and your attitude. If you wanna fine me for putting my feet up when EVERYBODY else does it, go ahead and do it.
Transit Cop: Just don’t put your feet on the seat. If I see you breaking the rules again, I WILL fine you.
*No, damn it! No! Don’t back down! This is terrible!*
Donkey: Yeah, you do that, bro. *smirking*
At this point the transit cop moved into the next coach, and the donkey exchanged a smug smile with his seat mate. What really got to me was that another student-aged passenger (female) gave him an approving smile and nod. He just got away with it and he’s now a hero to the other donkeys sitting and watching. Damn! I still probably would have kept my mouth shut if he had kept his shut, but no, he began to roundly insult the Go Transit official for doing his job, called him all sorts of names, and continued loudly defending his behavior. “I mean, EVERYBODY puts their feet up. EVERYBODY.”
This was the last straw for me. If there’s one pet peeve I have as a teacher, it’s kids pointing out the bad behaviour of others to justify their own. “Everybody’s doing it!” has got to be the most employed (and also the dumbest) defense for rule-breaking. It’s also the mindset of people who help themselves to a couple of TVs from a smashed storefront after a hockey riot. “The window was already smashed. Everybody else was helping themselves to stuff. I know stealing is wrong, but if I hadn’t taken it, somebody else would have!” I hate, hate, HATE the bandwagon defense.
So I spoke up. All 5’5’ 120 lbs-soaking-wet of me: “I don’t put my feet on the seat.” He and his friend turned to stare at me. “Moreover,” I continued, “the transit safety official is just doing his job, so you may as well can the personal remarks.” This is the exchange that followed, as best as I can recall:
Donkey: Whatever. Listen… everybody puts their feet on the seat. Everybody.
Me: No, they don’t. I don’t.
Donkey: Yeah, well, that’s you. I agree with you. Maybe it’s not courteous, but almost everybody does it. Are you gonna go around and stop everybody from doing it?
Me: No, obviously I don’t have the means to stop everyone who does it. But I really wish they wouldn’t. I don’t want to sit where people’s dirty feet have been.
Donkey: Yeah, well, lots of people do it. You can’t stop them all. That’s life. So why are you getting so upset about it?
Me: Who said I was upset? You’re making a scene about having been told off for breaking the rules. Since silence implies assent, I’m speaking up and letting you know that you’re wrong. Your behaviour actually does affect others. I’m not the police. I can’t enforce anything. But you spoke up first, and I’m refuting your point that EVERYBODY does it. I don’t, and there are many others who don’t do it and don’t like it. That’s my point.
*At this point, the young female passenger from a neighbouring quad leaps to donkey’s defense and rounds on me angrily*
Bystander: Yeah, well, I don’t see a sign. Do you? If it’s that important, there should be a sign.
Me: You need a sign to tell you not to be rude to other passengers?
Bystander: I’m just saying it’s not a big deal. Like he says, everybody puts their feet up.
Me: And as I said, I don’t, and I don’t like it.
Bystander: Yeah, well, you’re one person. You can’t stop everybody else from doing it.
Me: Perfectly true. I can’t.
Bystander: So why are you even talking right now?
Me: Silence implies assent. Just because I can’t fix the situation single-handedly doesn’t mean I should just keep quiet while he’s boasting about being rude.
Bystander: Whatever. There’s no sign. So you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: We don’t need signs for every basic point of personal conduct on passenger vehicles.
Donkey: Listen, man. I get where you’re coming from. I do. But not everybody was raised the same way. Everybody’s entitled to their own opinion. You think people shouldn’t put their feet up on the seat. That’s your opinion. I’m just pointing out that most people do it anyway, so there’s no point getting worked up about it. If everybody does it, what am I supposed to do?
Me: You could try not doing it.
Donkey: Okay, I hear you. But if everybody else is doing it anyway, what does that accomplish?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe something. Maybe nothing. I still think there’s room for basic common courtesy.
Donkey: You’re living in the wrong times, man. That’s not how the world works. People do shit all the time. Maybe I don’t like it, but there’s nothing you can do about it.
But, but, but… note the photo I’ve attached. His feet were DOWN for the rest of the trip, AND he held a door open for me at Union. So maybe that’s my Christmas gift from the donkeys.
If there was a kielbasa for bravery, it would be 24 inches long and wider than the most obnoxiously sized flat-screen television and I would have it bronzed and blessed by some crazy Orthodox Ukrainian priest so I could give it to this person.
I am PROUD, PROUD of the author of this email. MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED!!!
From Jack C
To cj@thiscrazytrain.com
Fri, Dec 21, 2012 at 1:41 PM
Pre-Christmas Foot Rider Drama
You’d have been proud of me today. I made my feelings known to a donkey (pictured below) on the LSE into Union this morning who had his feet up on the seat, and on a fairly wet day no less. As a mild-mannered high school teacher, I deal with more than my share of unwanted conflict and drama with students on a day-to-day basis (actually not so much this year, as I’ve transferred to a much nicer school), so I don’t go looking for arguments with strangers and generally mind my own business on the train, all the while grinding my teeth about the behaviours you and your readers also find irritating.
What pushed me over the top today was the donkey’s attitude when the transit safety guys came around checking tickets. No wonder high school students frequently act affronted when challenged on clearly inappropriate behaviour. Adults apparently act the same way. Having taught for about six years now, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m usually the “bad guy” for doing my job and disciplining a student for something he knows full well is against the rules and which he is doing in plain sight.
My theory is that nobody really likes being told what to do. It’s in most of our natures to resent authority just a bit when we feel our freedom is being curtailed, even (and perhaps especially) when we are the ones in the wrong and know it. The difference is that most of us learn the basic social codes that enable us to repress our resentment at being subject to rules in favour of appropriate respect for authority and the desire to maintain a peaceful, orderly environment. However, some do not learn or accept basic social codes, and so are endowed with a sense of entitlement that far outstrips any conventional notion of right and wrong. I was raised to believe that your morality and personal integrity is best demonstrated in who you are and what you do when you believe nobody is watching.
In any event, donkey has his feet on the seat, and the transit cop comes by checking tickets, and this is the exchange that ensued:
Transit Cop: Sir, you need to take your feet off the seat. I believe I spoke to about that yesterday as well.
Donkey: Whatever. Here’s my Presto card, man. *feet still up on the seat*
Transit Cop: Sir, take your feet of the seat now, please.
Donkey: *slowly and grudgingly takes his feet down* Man, what is your problem? You act like this every day. Why don’t you get a life?
Transit Cop: I’m doing my job. It’s not fair to other passengers to have your feet where they are going to be sitting.
Donkey: Whatever. Everybody puts their feet up. Get over it. *puts his feet back up* See? What are you going to do about it?
*At this point, as a teacher, I’m thinking DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! Donkey’s testing you, brother. You CAN’T back down now or your authority is shot.*
Transit Cop: Sir, if you keep acting this way, I’ll have to fine you.
*I’m thinking, Okay, but you’d better be prepared to do it. If that’s an idle threat, he’s going to call your bluff, and you’re toast.*
Donkey: Fine. You wanna write me a ticket? Go ahead. Go ahead. Write it up.
*Uh oh. I hope you know you HAVE to write that ticket now, Mr. Transit Safety Guy*
Transit Cop: You WANT to be fined?
Donkey: I don’t care. I’m sick of you and your attitude. If you wanna fine me for putting my feet up when EVERYBODY else does it, go ahead and do it.
Transit Cop: Just don’t put your feet on the seat. If I see you breaking the rules again, I WILL fine you.
*No, damn it! No! Don’t back down! This is terrible!*
Donkey: Yeah, you do that, bro. *smirking*
At this point the transit cop moved into the next coach, and the donkey exchanged a smug smile with his seat mate. What really got to me was that another student-aged passenger (female) gave him an approving smile and nod. He just got away with it and he’s now a hero to the other donkeys sitting and watching. Damn! I still probably would have kept my mouth shut if he had kept his shut, but no, he began to roundly insult the Go Transit official for doing his job, called him all sorts of names, and continued loudly defending his behavior. “I mean, EVERYBODY puts their feet up. EVERYBODY.”
This was the last straw for me. If there’s one pet peeve I have as a teacher, it’s kids pointing out the bad behaviour of others to justify their own. “Everybody’s doing it!” has got to be the most employed (and also the dumbest) defense for rule-breaking. It’s also the mindset of people who help themselves to a couple of TVs from a smashed storefront after a hockey riot. “The window was already smashed. Everybody else was helping themselves to stuff. I know stealing is wrong, but if I hadn’t taken it, somebody else would have!” I hate, hate, HATE the bandwagon defense.
So I spoke up. All 5’5’ 120 lbs-soaking-wet of me: “I don’t put my feet on the seat.” He and his friend turned to stare at me. “Moreover,” I continued, “the transit safety official is just doing his job, so you may as well can the personal remarks.” This is the exchange that followed, as best as I can recall:
Donkey: Whatever. Listen… everybody puts their feet on the seat. Everybody.
Me: No, they don’t. I don’t.
Donkey: Yeah, well, that’s you. I agree with you. Maybe it’s not courteous, but almost everybody does it. Are you gonna go around and stop everybody from doing it?
Me: No, obviously I don’t have the means to stop everyone who does it. But I really wish they wouldn’t. I don’t want to sit where people’s dirty feet have been.
Donkey: Yeah, well, lots of people do it. You can’t stop them all. That’s life. So why are you getting so upset about it?
Me: Who said I was upset? You’re making a scene about having been told off for breaking the rules. Since silence implies assent, I’m speaking up and letting you know that you’re wrong. Your behaviour actually does affect others. I’m not the police. I can’t enforce anything. But you spoke up first, and I’m refuting your point that EVERYBODY does it. I don’t, and there are many others who don’t do it and don’t like it. That’s my point.
*At this point, the young female passenger from a neighbouring quad leaps to donkey’s defense and rounds on me angrily*
Bystander: Yeah, well, I don’t see a sign. Do you? If it’s that important, there should be a sign.
Me: You need a sign to tell you not to be rude to other passengers?
Bystander: I’m just saying it’s not a big deal. Like he says, everybody puts their feet up.
Me: And as I said, I don’t, and I don’t like it.
Bystander: Yeah, well, you’re one person. You can’t stop everybody else from doing it.
Me: Perfectly true. I can’t.
Bystander: So why are you even talking right now?
Me: Silence implies assent. Just because I can’t fix the situation single-handedly doesn’t mean I should just keep quiet while he’s boasting about being rude.
Bystander: Whatever. There’s no sign. So you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: We don’t need signs for every basic point of personal conduct on passenger vehicles.
Donkey: Listen, man. I get where you’re coming from. I do. But not everybody was raised the same way. Everybody’s entitled to their own opinion. You think people shouldn’t put their feet up on the seat. That’s your opinion. I’m just pointing out that most people do it anyway, so there’s no point getting worked up about it. If everybody does it, what am I supposed to do?
Me: You could try not doing it.
Donkey: Okay, I hear you. But if everybody else is doing it anyway, what does that accomplish?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe something. Maybe nothing. I still think there’s room for basic common courtesy.
Donkey: You’re living in the wrong times, man. That’s not how the world works. People do shit all the time. Maybe I don’t like it, but there’s nothing you can do about it.
But, but, but… note the photo I’ve attached. His feet were DOWN for the rest of the trip, AND he held a door open for me at Union. So maybe that’s my Christmas gift from the donkeys.
This was me this morning
Every Saturday, my mom would give me 35 cents to take the Annette 4 bus from the stop at the end of my street to Jane and Bloor where I took tap dancing lessons at Doreen Hayes School of Dancing in Toronto's Bloor West Village.
I'm a veteran. I like to believe I'm prepared for anything.
I've heard about the Save-a-Seat phenomenon. I've witnessed it over the years but I've never been a victim - until today.
My bus was late. We had a swing driver unfamiliar with the route who unfortunately missed the turn leading to the GO station and had to backtrack to get back on course. I was engrossed in Episode 9 of American Horror Story on my tablet and wasn't paying attention. Another passenger realized the error after the driver was past the intersection.
I missed the train I usually take and hopped on the one waiting. The coach was 30% full. I took a seat in a quad opposite a woman who had a bag on every seat except for the one I sat in. I didn't look at her. I had my headphones in and had just flipped over my tablet cover when she tapped me on my knee. I pulled out an ear bud and she asked me if I would mind sitting somewhere else. She said she usually saves seats for her friends.
Since it's Christmas and crap, I got up and went upstairs. Although I didn't feel any need to take a shit, I can empathize with the dog in the clip because once I got upstairs, I had a whole mess of dialogue I would have liked to share with Ms. Save-a-Seat.
I was in a bad mood for the rest of the morning.
Seats on a commuter train are first-come/first-serve and on a relatively empty train, I don't like being asked to sit somewhere else. I like being the one in control of where I sit. If I witness you and your friends getting onto a train, or a friend joining you, and I realize it would be nice if y'all could sit together, I'll get up and offer my seat.
The dog says it all.
I'll just continue with my bad day now.
Commuting Etiquette
Sylvie sent over a link to a Modern Manners website. The topic of the post was commuting etiquette. Here's a snapshot from the author, Richie Frieman
The Seat is Not Your bed.
Here's the deal, folks, I don't care if that seat is the single most comfortable piece of furniture your body touches all day, it is not yours. You don't own it. You're not even renting it. You're only temporarily using it, at most. So, that seat is not your bed, and certainly not a testing area for your bodily functions.
KEEP READING
The Train is Not Your Bathroom.
Clipping your toenails is one of the most disgusting things you could do in public.
KEEP READING
The Train is Not Your Office.
It's one thing to type away on your laptop of tablet while commuting, it's another thing to hold a full-blown meeting in the middle of your commute.
KEEP READING
The Seat is Not Your bed.
Here's the deal, folks, I don't care if that seat is the single most comfortable piece of furniture your body touches all day, it is not yours. You don't own it. You're not even renting it. You're only temporarily using it, at most. So, that seat is not your bed, and certainly not a testing area for your bodily functions.
KEEP READING
The Train is Not Your Bathroom.
Clipping your toenails is one of the most disgusting things you could do in public.
KEEP READING
The Train is Not Your Office.
It's one thing to type away on your laptop of tablet while commuting, it's another thing to hold a full-blown meeting in the middle of your commute.
KEEP READING
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
A first-hand account of a "pedestrian incident" - Re: Man hit by GO train in Newmarket. Barrie passenger describes what many of us hope to never experience
In response to the yesterday's post, see "A person dying isn't an inconvenience"
From Withheld
To cj@thiscrazytrain.com
December 18 2012
9:24 AM
I feel concerned about the man hit, and sort of surprised at myself. I know what to do in an airplane if there is a problem. I have no idea what to do on a GO train, which I ride at minimum four trips a week, and a GO train carries far more people than an airplane does. And after yesterday, I don't think the GO train staff really know what to do either.
I read your article on your website. One thing I likely didn't communicate clearly, the message about the no fare refund was via email or text - not announced on the intercom - another passenger received it and - well people were passing around phones, and seeing that was just revolting, in all honesty. I didn't realize it was in response to an individual who asked?
I don't subscribe to the service updates, I get on in Barrie, second stop on the line, and then going home get on at Union the starting point, delays just don't really impact me. In the last year I've never encountered a delay more than say 10 minutes. The message about the no refunds came electronically after the service update message that was emailed about a fatality, when we watched the poor man clearly still alive. That was unfortunately announced.
Another clarification I want to make - I don't know if he was elderly or not elderly. What struck me the most was his legs, all twisted up, he was wearing jeans with rolled up cuffs. And the blood on his hand. A lot of it seems rather morbid, thinking of the conversations when we were stuck across the road watching the man. It looked like pieces of bread strewn all around and I thought no, what the heck? Because everyone's first assumption was a suicide, so you tend to go with that thought. And so it was like what is that? People were all, it's bread. Then someone else noticed the water bottles. Then the conversation was, who on earth goes to the grocery store then tries to kill themselves by train?
Someone else mentioned maybe he fell on the tracks and couldn't get up in time. Maybe a shoelace got caught. Maybe he dropped something he was carrying and thought he had time to pick it up. Maybe he was visually impaired, no one remembers hearing a train whistle or the bells. Did the gate fail? Someone said, "we should send flowers".
The first customer service lady did announce that we could go to the courtesy coach to make a phone call if need be. I had no bars. I went up, there was a large line. I mentioned to her he was still alive, why were they saying he was dead? I went back to my car, as I had left my laptop bag there. I remember being grateful no one stole it, as it had a database I'd been working on for months on it, and I reminded myself to back it up on a thumb drive. On my way back to my car, I asked a lady texting if she could send a text to my office.
When I got back, the lady who had been taking pictures - first from the top of the car, then from the lower level - and it wasn't crass, she was just stunned that no one was helping him while they were announcing a fatality and he was so clearly not dead - she was upset. And I thought, we must have our timeline wrong, what is the timestamp on the pictures? 8:04, on to 8:09, on to 8:13 - she didn't know how to check the time stamps. So we went to the properties for each picture and it was wow, oh my goodness. And that was the first picture we saw someone other than the man in the black car, (though the 8:09 picture shows a blonde lady from a car and another man from another vehicle, and they weren't there in the 8:13 picture) and it was just the leg, she indicated it was someone from GO. That's a long time, considering the goal for firefighters is 10 under 10 - 10 firefighters on the scene within 10 minutes.
So I just hope he turns out as well as one can when hit by a train. I truly do. I don't know what happened that caused him to be on the tracks when he was. I do know that GO decided he was dead from the start. And the main concern was, NO, he's ALIVE! And if they actually not made that assumption, maybe the outcome would have been better.
In terms of how GO and the first lady on the intercom handled things - appalling in my mind. The replacement one, I've seen her on trains that depart earlier from Barrie, she was very efficient.
The coroner announcement, the clean up crew, I mean they assumed he was dead. Then they indicated they were evacuating the train. Calls were made by different people, many from Newmarket, to have someone come pick them up. We were told to know our call number and we would be exiting car by car by the last train, and when the buses arrived they would begin. The buses were lined up.
Then they announced that we would be reversing the train so the disabled coach would be at the street, and would be exiting from that car for the evacuation.
THEN they announced we would be proceeding onward with all station stops, after testing the brakes. Aurora wasn't that far away. They did have buses waiting for us, and they took us back to Barrie. I appreciated that. They had other buses for other destinations. The train proceeded.
I don't think they knew what to do. I didn't know what to do. I am not faulting them for that, but frankly when you have that many people on a train, you should have a plan. And execute it, without mentioning Coroner, clean up crew, crime scene, and I get the brake check, but knowing they have to test the brakes to see if they were damaged by the accident, and are testing them with me on the train - really, just get me off. It was such an unpleasant experience.
Add in passengers who were just mad they were going to be late, I mean, what is the world coming to when people are more concerned about their very big important schedule over a human life? It's sad.
And if he was trying to kill himself? Maybe knowing a bunch of people cared enough to take action to help until the ambulance came would be what it takes to turn it around for that man. Knowing people were more concerned about their refund or their meeting, I don't see that helping.
- Name withheld by request
From Withheld
To cj@thiscrazytrain.com
December 18 2012
9:24 AM
I feel concerned about the man hit, and sort of surprised at myself. I know what to do in an airplane if there is a problem. I have no idea what to do on a GO train, which I ride at minimum four trips a week, and a GO train carries far more people than an airplane does. And after yesterday, I don't think the GO train staff really know what to do either.
I read your article on your website. One thing I likely didn't communicate clearly, the message about the no fare refund was via email or text - not announced on the intercom - another passenger received it and - well people were passing around phones, and seeing that was just revolting, in all honesty. I didn't realize it was in response to an individual who asked?
I don't subscribe to the service updates, I get on in Barrie, second stop on the line, and then going home get on at Union the starting point, delays just don't really impact me. In the last year I've never encountered a delay more than say 10 minutes. The message about the no refunds came electronically after the service update message that was emailed about a fatality, when we watched the poor man clearly still alive. That was unfortunately announced.
Another clarification I want to make - I don't know if he was elderly or not elderly. What struck me the most was his legs, all twisted up, he was wearing jeans with rolled up cuffs. And the blood on his hand. A lot of it seems rather morbid, thinking of the conversations when we were stuck across the road watching the man. It looked like pieces of bread strewn all around and I thought no, what the heck? Because everyone's first assumption was a suicide, so you tend to go with that thought. And so it was like what is that? People were all, it's bread. Then someone else noticed the water bottles. Then the conversation was, who on earth goes to the grocery store then tries to kill themselves by train?
Someone else mentioned maybe he fell on the tracks and couldn't get up in time. Maybe a shoelace got caught. Maybe he dropped something he was carrying and thought he had time to pick it up. Maybe he was visually impaired, no one remembers hearing a train whistle or the bells. Did the gate fail? Someone said, "we should send flowers".
The first customer service lady did announce that we could go to the courtesy coach to make a phone call if need be. I had no bars. I went up, there was a large line. I mentioned to her he was still alive, why were they saying he was dead? I went back to my car, as I had left my laptop bag there. I remember being grateful no one stole it, as it had a database I'd been working on for months on it, and I reminded myself to back it up on a thumb drive. On my way back to my car, I asked a lady texting if she could send a text to my office.
When I got back, the lady who had been taking pictures - first from the top of the car, then from the lower level - and it wasn't crass, she was just stunned that no one was helping him while they were announcing a fatality and he was so clearly not dead - she was upset. And I thought, we must have our timeline wrong, what is the timestamp on the pictures? 8:04, on to 8:09, on to 8:13 - she didn't know how to check the time stamps. So we went to the properties for each picture and it was wow, oh my goodness. And that was the first picture we saw someone other than the man in the black car, (though the 8:09 picture shows a blonde lady from a car and another man from another vehicle, and they weren't there in the 8:13 picture) and it was just the leg, she indicated it was someone from GO. That's a long time, considering the goal for firefighters is 10 under 10 - 10 firefighters on the scene within 10 minutes.
So I just hope he turns out as well as one can when hit by a train. I truly do. I don't know what happened that caused him to be on the tracks when he was. I do know that GO decided he was dead from the start. And the main concern was, NO, he's ALIVE! And if they actually not made that assumption, maybe the outcome would have been better.
In terms of how GO and the first lady on the intercom handled things - appalling in my mind. The replacement one, I've seen her on trains that depart earlier from Barrie, she was very efficient.
The coroner announcement, the clean up crew, I mean they assumed he was dead. Then they indicated they were evacuating the train. Calls were made by different people, many from Newmarket, to have someone come pick them up. We were told to know our call number and we would be exiting car by car by the last train, and when the buses arrived they would begin. The buses were lined up.
Then they announced that we would be reversing the train so the disabled coach would be at the street, and would be exiting from that car for the evacuation.
THEN they announced we would be proceeding onward with all station stops, after testing the brakes. Aurora wasn't that far away. They did have buses waiting for us, and they took us back to Barrie. I appreciated that. They had other buses for other destinations. The train proceeded.
I don't think they knew what to do. I didn't know what to do. I am not faulting them for that, but frankly when you have that many people on a train, you should have a plan. And execute it, without mentioning Coroner, clean up crew, crime scene, and I get the brake check, but knowing they have to test the brakes to see if they were damaged by the accident, and are testing them with me on the train - really, just get me off. It was such an unpleasant experience.
Add in passengers who were just mad they were going to be late, I mean, what is the world coming to when people are more concerned about their very big important schedule over a human life? It's sad.
And if he was trying to kill himself? Maybe knowing a bunch of people cared enough to take action to help until the ambulance came would be what it takes to turn it around for that man. Knowing people were more concerned about their refund or their meeting, I don't see that helping.
- Name withheld by request
Monday, December 17, 2012
Meanwhile, at a GO bus stop in Bowmanville
Sign says, "Sell house fast 4 cash 905-233-2283".
Seems legit.
I messed with one, one texter, just as a Christmas gift to Skin Man
(Earlier today ... via text message from
416-854-XXXX to 905-442-7423 aka Me)
Is this CJ?
Me: Nope
Sorry man
Me: No problem. Have a good day.
(Minutes later ... )
This is the person with the crazy train website...right?
Me: The what?
You must think I'm retarded. I can read. I know what number I SMS.
Me: I don't think that person knows what a SMS is.
This isn't C.J. Smith???
Me: NO!
Is the number on the website wrong?
Me: What website?
Don't people text you about crazy train?
Me: Is that code for weed? You kids these days. All these names for the bad ass of green. Just call it what it is! Grass!
I'm not looking for weed. Who is this?
Me: Who is this?
I asked you first.
Me: I don't have time for this crap right now. I'm in the middle of strapping a gerbil to a remote-control helicopter. This is my 11th attempt at this experiment and I'm running out of pet stores, unless I drive to London or something, because I'm sure if I buy one more gerbil in Durham Region, my face is winding up on a poster.
Okay... let me try this again. Is there someone in your house who runs a website about GO trains?
Me: No. Wait, dammit. You must mean Chunk. Ever since he showed up with this guy he calls Sloth and they started living in my basement, I'm dealing with all kinds of text messages from people looking for lost, triple-hoop earrings and a gift card to the GAP.
Does the C.J. stand for Chunk? Is Chunk there?
Me: Not right now. He left for Astoria, Oregon this morning. Something about a golf course and a ship.
Does he ride the GO train?
Me: Yes. He affectionately calls his daily commute "jumping aboard the Inferno".
I'd like to speak to him. I want to question him about some of his beefs about smoking and smoking while waiting for the bus.
Me: Oh gee... ah, I wouldn't do that. As a kid, he had this maid, Rosalita, that he was really close to. She died of lung cancer. He's really sensitive about the topic. She'd still be alive today if she hadn't had that part time job at Rothmans in the 70s. Single mother thing. Easy money. Such a shame.
Not everyone who smokes is going to get cancer just like not everyone who drives is going to die in a car accident.
Me: There are no such things as car accidents.
LOL. Sure there are. They happen every day.
Me: People who crash do so because they or someone on the road with them engaged in an act or performed an activity that resulted in a loss of control. But let's not get into that. Chunk doesn't drive a car. Therefore he's mitigated his risk. Same with anyone who doesn't smoke a cigarette.
Isn't everything in life a risk?
Me: Holy Christ, I'm not a philosopher. I'm just some person with a phone trying to fly a gerbil. What the hell is your damage? What did Chunk do to you?!
Tell Chunk we need to talk.
Me: Shall I have him text you?
Yeah. I'll wait... By the way, what does the J stand for?
Me: Junk.
Makes sense.
A person dying isn't an inconvenience
What's the price of a life?
This morning's tragic situation on the Barrie line, in Newmarket, calls for a bit more compassion, especially at this time of year, not a refund.
I received a call (my phone number's on the site for a reason) from a woman who was a passenger on the train that hit an elderly man as it sped through the level rail crossing at Mulock Drive this morning. The man was clipped by the train. He was thrown like a rag doll onto the road, his groceries scattered and his body contorted. Gravely injured, he reached upwards to the Heavens as blood poured from his wounds.
Passengers on the train were horrified by what they had just witnessed. Trapped on the train, no one was allowed off to help. No announcement was made asking if medical personnel were on-board. No one from the crew approached the scene offering a blanket or first aid supplies.
Instead, the driver of a car waiting at the
An ambulance came but in the wrong direction. The train was blocking access to the part of the road where this tragedy was unfolding - precious minutes being wasted.
On the train, passengers were in shock. The CSA, who I'm told, appeared to be new and ill-equipped with how to deal with the situation unfolding during her shift. She told passengers the man was dead. She told passengers that they had to wait for the coroner to come even though passengers could see the man was moving. She told passengers they had to wait for a clean-up crew.
I was told it all seemed incredibly insensitive.
Passengers closest to the scene weren't asked to move to other coaches so they could avoid being subjected to the helplessness they were feeling as they watched the man struggle to stay alive. Anger over watching other drivers making three-point turns to leave the scene wasn't helping quell the unease. Those who wanted to get off the train to help could not and the lone driver was left by himself to deal.
It was too much sobbed the voice on the line. I could only mutter, "Oh my God" as I didn't know how to react, but I know that I could very well face this same situation. We're all ill-equipped when it happens to us.
Grief counselors were dispatched. They moved among passengers asking them, "How they feel right now?". The crew on-board when the man was hit had been relieved of their duties and replaced by another team. Passengers were surveyed about how they wanted to continue their journey - take a bus or stay on the train.
Many chose to go home, struggling with how to deal with having watched someone fight to live, and some chose to head to Twitter demanding refunds.
Passengers on the train think the man tripped. No one believes it was suicide. Or maybe this man tempted fate? According to CP24, he's in the hospital in critical condition - medical jargon for "clinging to life".
GO isn't issuing refunds for this incident because it's not covered under the Service Guarantee. If I had been on that train, that would have been the least of my concern.
I'm sorry people had to endure such a horrific event and I'm sorry people missed work or were late for work, but there are things in life GO just can't plan for. Based on what I was told, it appears GO could do a better job on how they deal with these situations as they unfold and the aftermath.
Don't make it about money, time or clean-up crews. Don't engage or divulge gory details. Instead, help passengers deal with the situation by inviting them to move to other coaches. Simply state that they are bound by law to wait for an investigation to happen and conclude before resuming service. A person dying isn't an inconvenience.
We should all understand that.
Click here for a follow-up email to read the eyewitness account of this incident
How nice
Dude falls asleep.
Dude spills his coffee all over the shoe of another commuter.
Photo courtesy of rsvpstarbwoy
Dude spills his coffee all over the shoe of another commuter.
Photo courtesy of rsvpstarbwoy
Friday, December 14, 2012
So I printed these last night and handed them out this morning at Oshawa GO
When I feel pushed past the edge, I act out. -> Back story
This morning, I arrived earlier than usual and was worried I wouldn't see the usual band of rude smokers.
Instead, I was greeted with a new batch.
Clustered around the four Presto machines (shown in my illustration below) near the only entrance to the train platforms at Oshawa, several men and women were enjoying their cancer sticks, oblivious to my agenda.
I handed out my cards and with my face buried in my scarf (to ward off the smoke and also to mask my identity), I politely asked one of them to move so I could tap my Presto card and in turn, said, "This is for you ... and you ... and you ... and you." I gave out six. I had printed eight. I did it very quickly.
I admit my heart was racing and I didn't turn around to see if any of them actually read what was printed, but I hopped on a coach proud of my attempt to make a point. If any of these smokers boarded the train with me, I wouldn't know. No one tried to confront me.
I doubt I made a difference.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Got something that should help Squiggles out
I agree, some people on GO Transit stink.
Time to order this in bulk, bitches.
Time to order this in bulk, bitches.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Another black eye for Ontario
The Toronto Star reports that implementing Presto across the GTA has cost taxpayers nearly $700 million, way more than the $250 million originally thought.
Of course, the Liberal government and Metrolinx offer up a myriad of excuses but I think Progressive Conservative transportation critic Frank Klees said it best. He called Presto a "boondoggle and scandal".
Presto has proven to be what everyone predicted - a financial disaster that oversold itself. The auditor general's report explains why.
Of course, the Liberal government and Metrolinx offer up a myriad of excuses but I think Progressive Conservative transportation critic Frank Klees said it best. He called Presto a "boondoggle and scandal".
Presto has proven to be what everyone predicted - a financial disaster that oversold itself. The auditor general's report explains why.
I'm a mean one, I'm a Grinch... but I still got a tree
Imma let you in on a little secret. I hate Christmas but God gave me a child who is fanatical about holidays that come with bling and decor. Easter? Decorate all the easter eggs!!! Canada Day? Put up all the flags!!! Halloween? Carve all the pumpkins!!! Christmas? Decorate all the trees!!! So she's the reason why I bother with trees and this out-of-control holiday.
Last weekend, we didn't have time to get a tree and the kid was bummed. This weekend, I came down with a sore throat and fever and with the piss-pouring rain on Friday and Saturday, really wasn't up for trekking through a tree farm in search of the perfect tree. On Sunday, I sent the husband out to pick up a fresh-cut tree and we surprised the kid when she returned home from her tutoring session. I won't even get into the fight of epic proportions that stemmed from not being able to find the tree stand which resulted in an angry drive to Canadian Tire, and choice words exchanged in text messages as my husband roamed aimlessly up and down aisles to find the one I sourced on-line, even though I am certain he passed many people in red shirts ready and able to help him. No, let's not go there.
With the tree up and the box of decorations ready to go, I gave the kid the green light to decorate the tree herself. I watched from the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket and hugging a mug of tea, as she carefully planned out where each ornament would hang. I had mustered up the strength to string the lights for her but that was as much as I could manage in my feverish state.
She asked me to share the result with my GO train friends because she remembered I put a picture online last year.
Last weekend, we didn't have time to get a tree and the kid was bummed. This weekend, I came down with a sore throat and fever and with the piss-pouring rain on Friday and Saturday, really wasn't up for trekking through a tree farm in search of the perfect tree. On Sunday, I sent the husband out to pick up a fresh-cut tree and we surprised the kid when she returned home from her tutoring session. I won't even get into the fight of epic proportions that stemmed from not being able to find the tree stand which resulted in an angry drive to Canadian Tire, and choice words exchanged in text messages as my husband roamed aimlessly up and down aisles to find the one I sourced on-line, even though I am certain he passed many people in red shirts ready and able to help him. No, let's not go there.
With the tree up and the box of decorations ready to go, I gave the kid the green light to decorate the tree herself. I watched from the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket and hugging a mug of tea, as she carefully planned out where each ornament would hang. I had mustered up the strength to string the lights for her but that was as much as I could manage in my feverish state.
She asked me to share the result with my GO train friends because she remembered I put a picture online last year.
The hills are alive with assholes
Recently, I met up with a fan of Yours Truly who confided she'd been an avid reader of this blog since the very beginning and she mentioned that she missed my stories. Specifically, my stories about how some of you are real assholes. No, I don't mean those of you who support my agenda to beat manners into people and gladly stand beside me with brooms and pitchforks ready to take on the foot riders and bag riders who feel entitled to claim "all your space" as their own.
I'm singling out those of you who stumble on here from a Google search, usually based on keywords and phrases such as "how to cheat GO transit", "fight cancellation of monthly GO transit passes", "how to cheat presto", "GO transit blog", "how often does GO transit check you", "why can't I smoke outside on GO train platform", "lost something on GO train", "can I text GO transit", and "ride for free GO transit".
Right off the bat, this should highlight the caliber of some of the people I'm destined to deal with in email or text messages when these same people browsing on how to rip off GO Transit discover my stance on smoking in areas of GO stations designated as NO SMOKING zones, complete with easy to read signs that any illiterate fuck should be able to comprehend.
These self-entitled assholes seem to think because they are outside, they own the air and by law, based on their foggy interpretation of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedom, no one has a peg leg to stand on when it comes to dictating where they can smoke in the great outdoors.
These people take to their Gmail and Hotmail accounts, or pick up their phones with fingers trembling from rage, to preach to me and explain, often in a language so butchered that it can't even be called English, why they can smoke where they want and "they ant anithing u or go fucken transit can do about it". Proud of taking a stand, these ignorant jerks usually end their emails and text messages with sentiments like, "Get a life" or "Drive to work" or my personal favourite, "Fuck off and die".
It's taken me years to heed my lawyer Howard Bigfird's advice, and I no longer engage these jerks. I don't write back and I don't respond to the texts. But it's hard for me to sit on my hands, so I figured a post was in order.
I'm a big believer in law and order. I grew up with rules and discipline and have no qualms about living in a civilized society governed by laws designed to protect me and encourage safety.
What these people who bitch and complain about "sufficaking mcguinty laws pushing smokers into gutters" fail to understand is that it's medical research and the deaths of people taken from this Earth way too soon from cancers proven linked to second-hand smoke that led to the no-smoking by-laws currently in place.
Second-hand smoke immediately permeates and pollutes the breathable air space a distance of 12 to 24 inches around a smoker. Cigarette smoke lingers. It doesn't float straight up, nor does it dissipate into the atmosphere or evaporate the second it's expunged from someone's lungs. Cigarette smoke is like poisonous threads that weave their way around people, clinging to their clothes and contains toxins that embed themselves into non-smokers' lungs and leaves those of us with respiratory conditions gasping for air and reaching for inhalers.
True, there are pollutants and toxins in the atmosphere spewed out by factories, vehicles and manufacturing but it's not being blown, in full concentration, into a person's face and immediately drawn into a person's lungs. However, I will remind people that like to throw out this fact as part of their argument to support their right to smoke anywhere they want while on GO Transit property that as an asthmatic, I take responsibility for my managing my asthma and avoid going outside on days where the air quality index could possibly put me in a hospital. But when I'm waiting for the train on a platform at Oshawa station, I'm entitled to expect everyone waiting with me to refrain from smoking because there are laws that say you can't and you're expected to obey them. If you don't, I'm not mad at you because you're a smoker. I'm mad at you for being a douchebag.
There's nothing worse for me than to stand in line on a GO bus platform and the person in front of me lights up a cigarette. You're forcing me to smoke your cigarette without realizing it. You're forcing me to give up my spot and a chance at a seat on the bus because I have to walk several metres away from you, or escape to a bus shelter, so you can enjoy your so called right to a cigarette.
It's not fair.
You give up your seat and you go walk several metres away from the signs and people and suck on your cancer stick.
You want your freedom? You've got hundreds of feet of it in the parking lot but most of you are lazy and inconsiderate fucks and that's the real issue. The issue isn't your right to smoke on cancer sticks - smoke 'em if you got 'em I say - the issue is manners and respect for the law.
Kudos to those smokers who walk a distance away from people waiting for a bus or finish their cigarette in the parking lot, away from the platform. You're the ones I want to high-five. In return, I promise not to drive the wrong way down a one-way street just to save time and risk causing a head-on collision that could kill you or a member of your family. I mean, technically, I should be allowed to drive down any street I want but I obey the signs and I just don't do it.
Medical research dictates why you can't smoke next to me while we wait for a bus. The no-smoking signs were put there to protect my health, not to make life for you as a smoker "mizewrable" so you can take that and put it in your pipe and smoke it. Just not near me, please.
I'm singling out those of you who stumble on here from a Google search, usually based on keywords and phrases such as "how to cheat GO transit", "fight cancellation of monthly GO transit passes", "how to cheat presto", "GO transit blog", "how often does GO transit check you", "why can't I smoke outside on GO train platform", "lost something on GO train", "can I text GO transit", and "ride for free GO transit".
Right off the bat, this should highlight the caliber of some of the people I'm destined to deal with in email or text messages when these same people browsing on how to rip off GO Transit discover my stance on smoking in areas of GO stations designated as NO SMOKING zones, complete with easy to read signs that any illiterate fuck should be able to comprehend.
These self-entitled assholes seem to think because they are outside, they own the air and by law, based on their foggy interpretation of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedom, no one has a peg leg to stand on when it comes to dictating where they can smoke in the great outdoors.
These people take to their Gmail and Hotmail accounts, or pick up their phones with fingers trembling from rage, to preach to me and explain, often in a language so butchered that it can't even be called English, why they can smoke where they want and "they ant anithing u or go fucken transit can do about it". Proud of taking a stand, these ignorant jerks usually end their emails and text messages with sentiments like, "Get a life" or "Drive to work" or my personal favourite, "Fuck off and die".
It's taken me years to heed my lawyer Howard Bigfird's advice, and I no longer engage these jerks. I don't write back and I don't respond to the texts. But it's hard for me to sit on my hands, so I figured a post was in order.
I'm a big believer in law and order. I grew up with rules and discipline and have no qualms about living in a civilized society governed by laws designed to protect me and encourage safety.
What these people who bitch and complain about "sufficaking mcguinty laws pushing smokers into gutters" fail to understand is that it's medical research and the deaths of people taken from this Earth way too soon from cancers proven linked to second-hand smoke that led to the no-smoking by-laws currently in place.
Second-hand smoke immediately permeates and pollutes the breathable air space a distance of 12 to 24 inches around a smoker. Cigarette smoke lingers. It doesn't float straight up, nor does it dissipate into the atmosphere or evaporate the second it's expunged from someone's lungs. Cigarette smoke is like poisonous threads that weave their way around people, clinging to their clothes and contains toxins that embed themselves into non-smokers' lungs and leaves those of us with respiratory conditions gasping for air and reaching for inhalers.
True, there are pollutants and toxins in the atmosphere spewed out by factories, vehicles and manufacturing but it's not being blown, in full concentration, into a person's face and immediately drawn into a person's lungs. However, I will remind people that like to throw out this fact as part of their argument to support their right to smoke anywhere they want while on GO Transit property that as an asthmatic, I take responsibility for my managing my asthma and avoid going outside on days where the air quality index could possibly put me in a hospital. But when I'm waiting for the train on a platform at Oshawa station, I'm entitled to expect everyone waiting with me to refrain from smoking because there are laws that say you can't and you're expected to obey them. If you don't, I'm not mad at you because you're a smoker. I'm mad at you for being a douchebag.
There's nothing worse for me than to stand in line on a GO bus platform and the person in front of me lights up a cigarette. You're forcing me to smoke your cigarette without realizing it. You're forcing me to give up my spot and a chance at a seat on the bus because I have to walk several metres away from you, or escape to a bus shelter, so you can enjoy your so called right to a cigarette.
It's not fair.
You give up your seat and you go walk several metres away from the signs and people and suck on your cancer stick.
You want your freedom? You've got hundreds of feet of it in the parking lot but most of you are lazy and inconsiderate fucks and that's the real issue. The issue isn't your right to smoke on cancer sticks - smoke 'em if you got 'em I say - the issue is manners and respect for the law.
Kudos to those smokers who walk a distance away from people waiting for a bus or finish their cigarette in the parking lot, away from the platform. You're the ones I want to high-five. In return, I promise not to drive the wrong way down a one-way street just to save time and risk causing a head-on collision that could kill you or a member of your family. I mean, technically, I should be allowed to drive down any street I want but I obey the signs and I just don't do it.
Medical research dictates why you can't smoke next to me while we wait for a bus. The no-smoking signs were put there to protect my health, not to make life for you as a smoker "mizewrable" so you can take that and put it in your pipe and smoke it. Just not near me, please.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Some donkeys should stick with VIA
It's unfortunate that GO Transit can't accommodate one's need to "lounge".
Thanks to Peter S. for the pics
Thanks to Peter S. for the pics
Friday, December 7, 2012
What it must look like to departure door donkeys
What are departure door donkeys aka Triple Ds?
Triple Ds are the impatient folks who jump the line by ignoring the assigned designated platform at Union Station for boarding trains and climb the stairs to the platform designated for people exiting trains.
Triple Ds cause platform congestion for incoming passengers making it difficult for them to reach stairwells and safely navigate the narrow platforms. It's a selfish practice.
Full definition here
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
How nice to know that GO Transit will be getting my cost of living increase
For reals, y'all.
The unfortunate demographic in the newly minted and approved 5% fare hike are those who don't get annual increases in pay and have to figure out how to cough up the extra $20 or more a month depending on how far they travel.
For some people, it adds up to an additional $250 a year. That's a lot of diapers for those currently parenting newborns.
I'll be straight. The increase stinks. I'll manage but what about families already dealing with tight, household budgets? I balk at the phrase "fair increase". Hell no it's not. There's nothing fair with being slapped with another increase a mere year after one was just implemented.
Boo.
I say we riot. Tonight. At Union. 6pm in the Concourse. Bring your pitchforks.
The unfortunate demographic in the newly minted and approved 5% fare hike are those who don't get annual increases in pay and have to figure out how to cough up the extra $20 or more a month depending on how far they travel.
For some people, it adds up to an additional $250 a year. That's a lot of diapers for those currently parenting newborns.
I'll be straight. The increase stinks. I'll manage but what about families already dealing with tight, household budgets? I balk at the phrase "fair increase". Hell no it's not. There's nothing fair with being slapped with another increase a mere year after one was just implemented.
Boo.
I say we riot. Tonight. At Union. 6pm in the Concourse. Bring your pitchforks.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Get ready to pay 5% more for your round-trip
Metrolinx is proposing a fare increase of 5% in a memorandum to its Board of Directors dated Dec. 5th.
For me, it means 40 cents more on a current $8.01 one-way fare, bringing my daily total to $16.82 (this is what I will pay using Presto). I suck at math (as most of you know) but I think it means, factoring in the monthly discount, that I will now pay an extra $23.10 cents a month to ride GO Transit. I suspect a lot of you are pulling out your calculators.
The proposed increase is bigger than the last one that was approved back in January. The memorandum that's online at metrolinx.com outlines the formula for the increase. I started to poke forks in my eyes so read it for yourself here.
Who called it? Somebody on here called this one in a comment. McGuinty brings in the service guarantee, Metrolinx introduces a fair increase. No surprise here, folks.
Of course, the news release contains the words, "fiscal responsibility" and claims the money is needed by Metrolinx to maintain "its on-time performance of 95 percent" (Translation: Eff you McGuinty, we need to re-coup those refunds) and for "service improvements [for] additional trains and buses for select corridors to facilitate ridership growth and overcrowding".
Whatever. It's not like many of us can opt out of our commute. I'm not riding a bicycle to work anytime soon so this increase will be jammed down out throats and we'll have no choice but to swallow it.
Thanks, @steven_petric, for the heads-up.
For me, it means 40 cents more on a current $8.01 one-way fare, bringing my daily total to $16.82 (this is what I will pay using Presto). I suck at math (as most of you know) but I think it means, factoring in the monthly discount, that I will now pay an extra $23.10 cents a month to ride GO Transit. I suspect a lot of you are pulling out your calculators.
The proposed increase is bigger than the last one that was approved back in January. The memorandum that's online at metrolinx.com outlines the formula for the increase. I started to poke forks in my eyes so read it for yourself here.
Who called it? Somebody on here called this one in a comment. McGuinty brings in the service guarantee, Metrolinx introduces a fair increase. No surprise here, folks.
Of course, the news release contains the words, "fiscal responsibility" and claims the money is needed by Metrolinx to maintain "its on-time performance of 95 percent" (Translation: Eff you McGuinty, we need to re-coup those refunds) and for "service improvements [for] additional trains and buses for select corridors to facilitate ridership growth and overcrowding".
Whatever. It's not like many of us can opt out of our commute. I'm not riding a bicycle to work anytime soon so this increase will be jammed down out throats and we'll have no choice but to swallow it.
Thanks, @steven_petric, for the heads-up.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
So your GO Bus driver made a wrong turn
One of my faithful readers and Twitter followers sent in a piece he wanted published.
Peter has become a texting BFF of mine. I haven't met him yet, but I'm hoping to. Logistics tend to get in the way.
I really liked this letter. We all need a bit more patience some days and to speak up more, instead of whining and getting no results.
November 30 2012
Written by Peter S.
In response to the comments about “spare” drivers not knowing where they’re going (Stinky Bus Ride), I think we passengers need to take a moment and reflect on the trip from the driver’s perspective. I’m not a driver, but I’ve talked to enough of them to understand some of the issues they face.
Drivers on the “spare board” for the garage they work out of can be given an assignment on any route that is within 100 km. of that garage. So, the drivers who were assigned to routes into and out of Oshawa may actually be based in Streetsville – that’s right, Mississauga. And even though the drivers are given written directions with timings on how to navigate the route, it’s a far cry from actually having driven it a few times to become familiar with the landmarks.
Experienced drivers are not afraid to ask passengers for assistance, whereas those who are new to the position may believe they should know how execute the trip on their own. Travelling back to St. Catharines last night I caught part of the radio conversation between a driver in Toronto and his colleagues, who were doing everything they could to assist that individual. Apparently, the driver had made a wrong turn in downtown Toronto; the emotional stress the driver was feeling was quite evident. Even permanent drivers, who are assigned to a route, can get stressed if traffic conditions force an impromptu detour.
Tomorrow, December 1, starts a new “board period” in which driver assignments may change. This board period is the shortest of the year; it’s for December only. So, don’t be surprised if you see a different driver at the wheel.
This is where we passengers need to step forward and lend a hand. Introduce yourself, and ask if the driver requires navigational assistance. If you have a smart phone with GPS capabilities, volunteer to ride shotgun and give your driver directions. Your driver will thank you.
Remember, if we keep silent, and the driver makes a wrong turn, not only are we screwed collectively, we’re all culpable.
Peter has become a texting BFF of mine. I haven't met him yet, but I'm hoping to. Logistics tend to get in the way.
I really liked this letter. We all need a bit more patience some days and to speak up more, instead of whining and getting no results.
November 30 2012
Written by Peter S.
In response to the comments about “spare” drivers not knowing where they’re going (Stinky Bus Ride), I think we passengers need to take a moment and reflect on the trip from the driver’s perspective. I’m not a driver, but I’ve talked to enough of them to understand some of the issues they face.
Drivers on the “spare board” for the garage they work out of can be given an assignment on any route that is within 100 km. of that garage. So, the drivers who were assigned to routes into and out of Oshawa may actually be based in Streetsville – that’s right, Mississauga. And even though the drivers are given written directions with timings on how to navigate the route, it’s a far cry from actually having driven it a few times to become familiar with the landmarks.
Experienced drivers are not afraid to ask passengers for assistance, whereas those who are new to the position may believe they should know how execute the trip on their own. Travelling back to St. Catharines last night I caught part of the radio conversation between a driver in Toronto and his colleagues, who were doing everything they could to assist that individual. Apparently, the driver had made a wrong turn in downtown Toronto; the emotional stress the driver was feeling was quite evident. Even permanent drivers, who are assigned to a route, can get stressed if traffic conditions force an impromptu detour.
Tomorrow, December 1, starts a new “board period” in which driver assignments may change. This board period is the shortest of the year; it’s for December only. So, don’t be surprised if you see a different driver at the wheel.
This is where we passengers need to step forward and lend a hand. Introduce yourself, and ask if the driver requires navigational assistance. If you have a smart phone with GPS capabilities, volunteer to ride shotgun and give your driver directions. Your driver will thank you.
Remember, if we keep silent, and the driver makes a wrong turn, not only are we screwed collectively, we’re all culpable.
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