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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Evening Commute:

It’s Friday, you just got your hair did, you come out of the salon, it’s pouring rain, and you forgot your umbrella!

What is a girl to do?

Putting plastic bags – with face holes ripped out, of course – over your head, is a new trend to protect your lovely locks from the elements.

Just don’t forget to tear out the face hole – or you’ll be looking pretty dead, instead of just pretty!

Tales from the Transit Line

Blessing from the Morning Commute:

May you never have to walk by human feces on any street corner.

Namaste.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

According to international commuter Bryce from France (or Br-eece if you are from France too), “usually French speakers are really bad at English because they can’t pronounce.”

Despite his difficulties with the English-language, however, he can say one thing well in Russian, “but it’s nonsense.”

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

“In Italy you ‘should’ stop at a stop sign, but no one ever does … unless there’s a baby crossing the street,” said a commuter who is planning a trip to Cambodia because he doesn’t want to go to Europe because he hates Italians.

The same man is planning to paint himself black and go to a costume party as Samuel L. Jackson.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Morning Commute:

The stench of sweat and booze permeating the SkyTrain this morning, is a clear indication that many commuters celebrated St. Patty’s Day yesterday.

As Mr. Angus would say, if he used public transit, “it smells like a god damn brewery in here.”

Gag.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Weekend Commute:

A commuter got on the wrong bus tonight, because she was too busy texting about dead cats.

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Morning Commute:

According to our staff reporter on-scene this morning, it is possible, although hard to imagine, to put mascara on without a mirror, while giving directions to a stranger.