Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Evening Commute:

Destination – not unknown?

Although the Millennium Line doesn’t go to the border, this commuter appears to be on his way to an American Independence Day celebration.

Fireworks are sure to go off if this gentleman and his festive get-up get across the line.

And with that, we wish a happy Fourth of July to our fellow commuters south of the 49th parallel!

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Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Morning Commute:

Ten minutes into their first date, they both should have known it wasn’t going to work.

“He said to me: ‘Relax, princess,'” reported the scorned girl. “So I gave him a backhand to the face,” she added, demonstrating awkwardly for her two confidants.

Still, she made plans to see him again, coordinating the rendezvous via text, until she discovered she was texting with her potential boyfriend’s brother and not the bachelor himself.

“How would I know who I am talking to? I can’t see him,” she asked, rhetorically.

“What a weirdo,” one friend noted, supportively.

But the determined bride-to-maybe-someday-be eventually got the prankster’s actual number, and attempted to get to know him better.

While “bickering playfully,” however, he announced he didn’t like her personality and declared that they wouldn’t see each other again.

She responded with tears and he, again, proclaimed that she should “relax.”

Tales from the Transit Line

Deep Thoughts from the Morning Commute:

Taxi drivers are like hair dressers.

You hire them to do a very specific job, but then they start asking you how you want them to do that job, and you’re all: ‘I don’t know man, you’re the expert, figure it out.’

Postscript: My driver’s bad breath mixed with his – yes his – perfume – yes perfume – is making me car sick.

#grouchy

Tales from the Transit Line

Blessing from the Morning Commute:

May you have a smooth ride, if you must apply your eyebrows on your morning commute, so you don’t look mad … or surprised, maybe … all day.

Namaste.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

A large cat was seen taking public transit in Vancouver today, but unlike its similarly-sized cousins – lions and tigers, the animal appeared to be domesticated.

The nearly six-feet-tall feline, who also sported a mustache and strawberry-red hair on his head, was reading the newspaper and walking upright.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Morning Commute:

Although the rain clouds are hiding the sun and it’s wet, commuters are shedding their drab winter wardrobes for more sexy spring attire.

Just as fitting for wearing in the morning, though, the jean jacket with the mantra: “Drink coffee and destroy” ironed on the back, paired with mismatched socks, one of which is inside out, screams 2014 urban rebel – rain or shine.

Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Evening Commute:

If you’re carrying a camouflage Coach man bag, but your dress shirt’s untucked, your loafers are blue with cheetah accents, and your blasting David Bowie’s Modern Love on your iPod, you get a pass for the bag.