A True TTC Story, No Kidding!
The lights in the subway car go off as we enter the station. They flicker on, then off again. Somebody close by mutters something. The lights go back on.
“Did you say something?” The young Chinese man asks the dyed-blonde, red retina-burning lipsticked woman behind him.
“What?”
“Did you say something?” He repeats curtly.
“No, I certainly did not!” She retorts, her cloud of perfume puffing out.
The doors open.
“Get out of my fucking way kid!” She says as the man strides across the platform, while she struggles out the door behind him.
He looks back, swings onto the escalator, and retorts, “You are one crazy bitch.” He jogs away up the moving stairs while she steps onto the terrazo stairs and shoots back a reply.
“Learn some manners child.”
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Not to only focus on one part of the story but.. lately the lights in the subway HAVE been flickering off and on way more than I am used to…
I have to admit it was a bit disconcerting. This in the same week I was in a subway car in which one set of doors stopped working and another set had one of those big fabric red danger signs strung across it because they too didn’t work.