The other night I went out and because my friend’s went home in different directions I decided to take the streetcar to Broadview rather than taking the bus back to the original subway station. I love taking the old streetcars. Sometimes I miss the new ones just so I can wait for one of the old ones. That night, I didn’t have to wait too long. As a matter of fact, I barely arrived at the bus stop before I heard the streetcar coming.
Anyway, I got on and was enjoying the view out the window when a group of kids got on. Now I’m going to say kids because they looked like they range in age from about 16 to 18. And they were CRAZY loud. I put in my music because I’d rather listen to Chris Young than a bunch of teenagers swear after every word.
Right as the streetcar made it almost to Yonge and Dundas, this guy lurched from his seat and doubled over at the steps. At first I thought he was speaking to the driver but then noticed he was bent over at the waist and people were starting to get up and moving back. That was when I noticed he was throwing up and the smell of alcohol just filled the streetcar. The driver stopped, put the streetcar out of service so we had to get off. I wasn’t sure where we were for a second, but eventually realized I was just steps away from Yonge and Dundas so I found my way to the subway and got on the train there.
People listen – If you know you cannot hold your liquor, lay off the booze. It makes no sense inconveniencing a streetcar full of people because you chose to have that fourth or fifth beer. And besides that, it makes you look like a drunken fool in front of a bunch of strangers.
Seriously, alcohol doesn’t mean fun. It means hangover and embarrassment and aggravation.