I feel that you should know that I do not drive and as a result public transportation is my best friend when it comes to moving around the city. As I posted last week about my adventures on the bus I have had a few more on the skytrain.
Now, I’m used to being approached by strangers, having obscure conversations with them and having random things said to me. Here are a few of my true stories of taking the skytrain in Vancouver.
This took place on a Sunday morning, waiting for the skytrain at 29th ave. I got approached by a fellow redhead to and I quote “Hook up and keep the race alive among the reds”. I remember telling him it was too early for this shit and walked further down the platform away from him.
Picture Joey from friends and how he says “how you doing?!” in the way that he does. Now picture a creepy old man coming up to you saying that. Now picture me awkwardly walked away from him, hands outstretched and making a cringing face.
You sometimes find yourself standing between two strangers and somehow get caught up in things. This time I was just simply standing in the wrong spot on the train. Cue racist Italian singer belting out some Italian lyrics. How do I know he was racist? Well another passenger speaks Italian and called him out on it. Ensure argument with me in the middle of the two. Oh public transport early in the morning, I enjoy you and I hate you at the same time.
I find that when you take any sort of public transportation you end up seeing the same people week after week around the same time of day. You start to smile at them, work up to a good morning and how are you. This is a normal thing for anyone who isn’t me because I try to stick to my coffee, my newspaper or my phone because it could eventually lead to inappropriate conversations or see some weird things. I swear I’m not being rude, I’m just cautious first thing in the morning.
But sometimes it’s when you are coming home from work and you’ve stopped off at the grocery store. I had kept running into the same guy all over the store and kept smiling in the way you do when this happens to you. This does happen to people other than myself right? Well, who shows up well I’m waiting for the skytrain? None other than grocery man! He too was on his way home. This guy then proceeded to tell me that he could make use of my strawberries tonight if I wanted to follow him home for dinner. I declined and moved away from him.
I wish I could tell you that these are it for my transit adventures but they aren’t. I have many more and I’m sure many more will happen to me at some point.
I hope you got some enjoyment out of them because looking back I do!
All the best,