Tales from the Transit Line
Curse from the Morning Commute:
If you bring your bike on the train at rush hour and park it in front of your seated self and three empty seats, may you get a flat tire of the next rainy day.
Tales from the Transit Line
Curse from the Morning Commute:
If you bring your bike on the train at rush hour and park it in front of your seated self and three empty seats, may you get a flat tire of the next rainy day.
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Evening Commute:
A phrase has been coined by a commuter, that is expected to be added to the urban lexicon.
“That’s so bus driver,” can be used to describe someone who is being especially rude or discourteous.
“It’s like, when someone cuts in front of you in line or they take the last donut in the box – ‘that’s so bus driver’,” explained a TFTTL reporter.
The new phrase is predicted to be especially popular among everyone.
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Evening Commute:
A hip commuter was momentarily frustrated this evening when he couldn’t fit a recent purchase into his Gucci murse.
His hands were already full, one with the new Blackberry 10 and one with a Samsung Galaxy, but the fashionably ambidextrous young traveller made it work.
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Evening Commute:
A cotton-candy eating commuter was mistakenly valued as worth his weight in gold this evening, before it was revealed that he was not carrying valuable Au nuggets in his ear, but that it was just wax.
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Evening Commute:
It was a busy weekend for one young commuter.
The red-head jeune fille spent Friday night with a guy-friend whose cat just died.
The 13-year-old feline’s death was apparently so devastating, the owner didn’t tell anyone about it for two weeks.
Saturday was spent at a party with some ‘old’ high-school friends and on Sunday she watched an entire season of Nurse Jackie – and somewhere in between she wrote notes for her study group.
In other news, her friend Daniel, who she has known since Grade 2, is apparently in love with her.
“How did I not know that,” she mused to her confident commuter, rhetorically resolving with a shrug “oh well, it happens.”
Tales from the Transit Line
Report front the Evening Commute:
According to a bald commuter this evening, the one guy who knows where a good pawnshop is, is named Zac.
Zac, a really skinny dude, doesn’t have many friends, but he does this commuter’s hair.
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Morning Commute:
According to a young commuter’s power of reasoning, he “would have to seriously, seriously fu*k up” to kill himself “and maybe three or four other people,” while driving his car.
“But if the train even slightly fu* ked up,” he said, it would kill all of the hundred-odd people who were riding the transit vehicle with him this morning.
The self-proclaimed University of B.C. student, also noted he hates standing up.