“He go to Bangkok” is the punchline to a joke related to today’s events.
Yeah, the TTC was misbehaving today. When I made it to the end of the Bloor-Danforth line, I switched over to the Scarborough RT and sat on the unmoving train for a good 15 minutes. There was some track trouble which prevented the train from leaving the station at all. They eventually announced that there were shuttle buses running now between stations because the wait was unknown at the time. So, alright, I went to the bus bays and hung around waiting for the shuttle buses. A huge crowd had formed, waiting to get on with their commute home. After 10 minutes of nothing, I went back in, checked a map, and got on a different bus. About 10 minutes later on the crowded bus, I got off next to the station where I parked my car and walked to the lot. As I neared the station, I saw people waiting around and I thought, “man…poor fools…don’t they know the RT is down?” Ah, well, sure enough, a train arrived coming from the station that I was just at.
I exclaimed out loud, “that just makes me so bloody angry!”
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Earlier this morning, at the very station I would be trying to get to later that night, I put in a token in the turnstile and started walking through. I don’t know what the hell happened, but the bars rotated and hit me in the crotch. I was in shock. I decided not to back out. I kept on moving forward, but as I did the bars kept riding higher and higher up. I ended up bringing my legs way over the turnstile while hopping, all in an attempt to get through. One spectator exclaimed, “crazy, man!” I’m sure the booth collector found it all amusing. Those turnstiles are death traps, I tell you.
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