Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Morning Commute:

It may or may not have been a good night for this particular morning commuter, who either partied his shirt off or lost it, when he pried himself from a ‘trap’ upon waking.

Still, he manages to pull off the Slash-look, easily, even in spite of his state of consciousness.

The jungle apparently brought him to his kn-n-n-n-nees.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Curse from the Evening Commute:

To the young, able-bodied man who snuck his way into the last seat on the train and then promptly stared at his phone, while a pregnant woman stood in front of him – may you trip upon disembarking, on your undone shoelace, sending your iPhone 6 Plus sailing into the air, landing squarely on the track, where it is then promptly run over by the next train – your iPhone, that is . . .

Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Morning Commute:

Just because you dress fast, doesn’t mean you are.

This morning commuter got off the SkyTrain sporting his workout attire, although, Nike Shox, track suit, Air Jordan baseball cap, and Puma duffle bag – do not an athlete make.

An early smoke, however, will most certainly slow your roll. 

 

Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion Files from the Evening Commute:

With TransLink’s record of delays this past year, it only makes sense to have a back-up plan.

And, if it looks better than a Car2Go when you wear it, why not.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

A young man, riding the rails with a couple of friends this afternoon, confessed why a girl was caught grasping his penis.

“It was either you guys all see my junk or I stick it in Taylor’s hand,” he explained, seriously shy.

In possibly related news, the group of guys also discussed the issue of animal cruelty.

“You never hurt an animal,” said the modest man, “unless it’s a beautiful little kitten, then you hang it with a tie.”

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

A man tried to catch up with his girlfriend during their evening commute, while talking about a little of this and a little of that.

“How come you’re so quiet?”

“Did you miss me?”

“Was I squishing you last night,” he asked her in between smothering kisses.

She murmured her responses, moodily.

He changed the subject to try and cheer her up.

“I played a game today, you should play. I played it all day at work,” he said.

“It’s called Depression Quest.”

The girl looked away, absently.

“It’s about this depressed person who has to make decisions,” he tried to explain.

“And I didn’t die, so … ,” it was clear he’d lost her, but he wasn’t about to give up.

“You know you start school on Monday, hey?” he said, referencing the expected end to recent job action by British Columbia public school teachers, that has left provincial elementary schools and high schools closed since June.

His gal smushed up her face, even more dismayed, it appeared, at the prospect of going back to class.

Sensing some distress, the man then offered to take the girl in, “you could move into my apartment and live with me for free,” he offered, hurriedly, before the two carried on in hushed tones, interrupted only by the smacking of lips.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

If you learn French, “any government job you want, you got,” said a commuter who seemed proficient in a wide range of fields.

Hypothyroidism, is very high in the Asian population, he added, noting 70 per cent of Asian women get it when they have a baby.

A proud hubby, the man also noted his wife recently got into ‘coast guard school’ on the East Coast, where he has since bought a farm, upon selling his Vancouver condo.

While showing strangers a photo of his bride on his cellphone, he explained that he had both kneecaps torn off in a motorcycle accident.

When he dies, this Renaissance commuter said his tombstone will say, simply: “He lived.”