I had to go into Vancouver on Tuesday for an appointment. With the Vancouver 2010 Olympics starting up very soon there are a lot of street closures and extra traffic everywhere with a reduction in parking areas. It became very obvious that I was not going to drive in.
I have always driven in heavy traffic and that doesn't bother me but I had no idea what to expect downtown and figured public transit would be the better plan. Uh huh. Yup. Public transit.
Did you know they will let pretty much anyone on those things? How dumb is that.I know?
Lucky for me my husband works very close to one of the main Sky Train stations. I parked my car at his work and walked over to the station.
First I got to suck up some rain spray from the big trucks driving by me. Great start. Over I go to the station and up the loooong escalator. Ooops, turn around and walk back down the loooong flight of stairs to purchase a ticket from the machines that were just inside the door when I came in. Kind of behind your back as you are looking ahead.
The trains run often so there was not a long wait. There is such a variety of people on public transit because as I have said they will let pretty much anyone on these things. There were lots of students, chatting on phones, texting and talking to their friends all too loudly.
There were workers of all types heading in for their workday. Several of the young men who reached into their pockets to grab their phones or something would release a very pungent smell of weed. I wonder if they think no one can smell it?
photo D Sharon Pruitt
When you ride on the elevated train you get a very different perspective of the city. You can see into people's back yards, on top of building rooftops, into fenced off areas, into a movie set. You can see graffiti all over the place. There seems to be a new trend of putting couches outside in the rain for years to help them acquire a nice patina. I saw at least 6 in different areas. I am pretty sure there is no garbage pick up in these areas because it is all piled up in the back yards. My god people. Open the front door and put the garbage out to the curb on garbage day.
The people on the trains are so odd. Of course there is the customary "scream crazy stuff at everyone" guy. I wanted to peel some of the duct tape off of his jacket and put it across his mouth to keep some of the crazy inside him.
Then there was the man who took off his shoe and adjusted his toes so they were more to his liking. Twice. Then he took the other shoe off but realized he was still not getting the toe on the first foot right so he switched back to the original foot and adjusted it a third time.
Sometimes when the train empties out at a popular stop you glance up and you are looking at the guy 30 feet away from you staring right at you through 4 different plexiglass dividers. It wasn't enough.
You wonder about the people on the train. What are their stories, where are they going.
There is the rather attractive woman who is probably in her early 60's. Lovely, long, wavy red hair, tall, slim and well dressed. And your eyes go down to her boots that more suited to a stripper with their shiny, black patent leather and their stiletto heels. I figure she is a dominatrix. On public transit. Times are tough all over.
And riddle me this Batman. Why does the great big guy have to sit beside me and make me feel suffocated. I am claustrophobic and thought I would scream. This commute for him required him to talk loudly into his phone for the entire length of his trip. STFU.
I don't have to use public transit often thank goodness but the next time I do I think I will wrap tin foil on my head and talk loudly into a blow dryer. At least I will get the seat to myself ... and likely a date.
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