14 Stations to Number 1

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I had an almost tragic accident a couple of days ago and it involved the subway and a pair of tight long johns.

One of the very basic training I got from nursery school is to empty my bladder before going on a long trip. That particularly cold day, I deliberately ignored my conscience and went down the TTC rails with a full amber juice bag. As soon as I sat down and the subway doors closed, I felt the sudden force of uncontrollable urge to open the dam. My tight thermals were only good for the cold and now served as compression stockings, squeezing my internal organs in. I was in dire need of help. I concentrated on slowly standing up, hoping that the lighter pressure would slow down the process...and it did.

I ran up the next station hoping to find a room to swat the urge. Unfortunately, I just got lost in the large station and nobody really knew where the washrooms are. So I got on another train hoping to see a sign of salvation in the next stop. To add insult to injury, the coach I was on was traveling at a speed slower than a seniors' parade. We finally reached a stop where I thought I'm more familiar with. I got off, ran up the stairs and frantically looked for any stick figures sign pointing to a panic room. And there was none. So I went out of the station, ignored the red lights and ran towards heaven...the mall. I spent the next few seconds diluting a blue chemsearch block.

There are several "I should've" moments that evening, but someone needs to experience it for others not to emulate, right? Or maybe I'm just too weak to face the fact that I did some stupid decisions, so crucify me if you will.

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Where are the rickshaws when you need them?

Had a good cardio workout today courtesy of the TTC.

I was on my regular home route when the choppy PA announced that the subway trip ends in Lawrence, seven stations away from my stop. Oohweeh! I knew right there and then that I would have to go on foot rather than wait in the long line for the buses and bask in post-work stench. So together with hundreds of 9 to 5 people, I trekked the busy Yonge street and spent the next 2 hours dragging my bum and listening to Moby.




Inbetween Davisville and St. Clair, I was wishing rickshaws would show up. Obviously, cabs were all flagged and the full shuttle buses were not even options at that time. But then again, I made it home without even cussing at the subway service, which I should be doing now but, I guess, other people have blogged about it too many times before, plus I'm too preoccupied with Survivor Gabon and Grey's Anatomy season openers.

I'm going to review the alternative routes in the subway system map after primetime TV, which I think is the best way to deal with emergencies like this, especially when there are no other cheap commuter options to go around the city. Or maybe I should buy a lottery ticket and win some bucks for a heli.

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Crackhead Tap

Took the subway early this morning after downing a cheap bottle of vino and a bar of coffee crisp last night. Got a little thirsty so I finished everything even before I finished watching Lars and The Real Girl. Movie's not bad but drags a bit, and with 14% alcohol in my system, I would cry at the corniest of scenes and flap my wings at the stupidest of jokes.

So back to the subway scene. I got on Victoria Park and sat in front of an obviously high crackhead wearing a black tee with a yellow Star Wars print. Halfway in the trip, the guy taps my shoulder and whispers something. I was enjoying the chorus of Elliott's Free so I din't catch what he was saying. Took the pods off and asked. This was how the conversation went:

Me: What's that?
Crackhead: So I'm going to Woodbine and I'm spending 3 grand. Which number should I choose, 31 or 57?
Me: (was still half asleep and cranky) Why don't you buy a 3 grand suit, go and lay on the 401 and take 5 forever!

(then I stood and walk to the other end of the coach and spent the rest of the trip with Elliott Yamin)

Now, I'm gonna be expecting a morbid news about that guy in the following days.

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