Le metro
Yesterday was lame. I had a ton of stuff to do after 2230 but the day was kinda empty. My uncle called so I met him and my brother at Winnies. We then went for supper and my brother buggered off. He and I then went to Old Dublin for a beer. It just so happens that I was suppose to be at the Old Dublin for 2230 and it was now only 2100. Because it was cold out and everything was closed I decided to ride the metros for an hour and a half. Here is what I observed.
First off, here is my route: orange to Cote. I was too chicken to stay on the metro as it turned around. One day I will but I didn't want to be on the metro that they park. Then I took the orange to Snowdon and switched to blue. From now on I will refer to the blue line as douche-bag express. At Universite de MTL 20 kids got on. They had a 15 pack of Tremblay beer and started rolling their joints in the metro. As the metro started to move one of them decided to force the doors open. Turns out it is very easy to open the doors when the metro is in motion but it stops immediately. The driver then comes on and asks the idiot who opened the doors to kindly fuck off and asked the rest of the passengers to ridicule him. As punishment we sat motionless for 2 mins. Rather than ridicule him, his douche-bag friends were like "yo man, c'etait trop cool!". I was trapped with these wastes of flesh until Jean Talon were I switched back to orange. Took orange to Berri and switched to green. By the time I got off at McGill and walked back to the Old Dublin Pub I had been riding the rails for two hours.
So what did I learn from all of this? That the blue line is populated by ugly franco boys who buy cheap beer. BEWARE THE DOUCHE-BAG EXPRESS!
That is all!
First off, here is my route: orange to Cote. I was too chicken to stay on the metro as it turned around. One day I will but I didn't want to be on the metro that they park. Then I took the orange to Snowdon and switched to blue. From now on I will refer to the blue line as douche-bag express. At Universite de MTL 20 kids got on. They had a 15 pack of Tremblay beer and started rolling their joints in the metro. As the metro started to move one of them decided to force the doors open. Turns out it is very easy to open the doors when the metro is in motion but it stops immediately. The driver then comes on and asks the idiot who opened the doors to kindly fuck off and asked the rest of the passengers to ridicule him. As punishment we sat motionless for 2 mins. Rather than ridicule him, his douche-bag friends were like "yo man, c'etait trop cool!". I was trapped with these wastes of flesh until Jean Talon were I switched back to orange. Took orange to Berri and switched to green. By the time I got off at McGill and walked back to the Old Dublin Pub I had been riding the rails for two hours.
So what did I learn from all of this? That the blue line is populated by ugly franco boys who buy cheap beer. BEWARE THE DOUCHE-BAG EXPRESS!
That is all!