The trip home (and one more problem)
After my cardboard box was stolen, I needed to change what I was bringing home and I ended up with the enormous black bag and a large backpack as checked baggage and my back pack and my (also enormous) mexican hat as carry on's. Sarah's Uncle Dave gave me a ride to the airport which was really nice of him. The flight was a red eye, leaving vancouver at 11pm and arriving in toronto at 6:35am. Unfortunately, planes can't land in toronto before 6:30 because of noise regulations and since there was a tail wind we didn't end up leaving vancouver until about 11:30. That means I got about 3 hours of sleep (sitting up).
I arrive in toronto with roughly 150lbs. of stuff and go to the ttc bus stop. I notice that the express bus to the subway isn't going to come for another half an hour but in ten minutes a bus that goes across lawrence to the other subway is coming. I figure, how much longer can the lawrence bus take? Well, it takes about an hour longer. Mostly because it gets stuck in traffic within a 5 minute walk of the subway station. Also, the bus goes through the sketchiest parts of toronto that I've ever seen. Sometime on this bus ride I realize that my mexican hat was probably a silly purchase.
I also took the lawrence bus because I know that the subway is its' last stop and it will be easy for me to get off because I can just wait for everyone else to leave. I forgot that the ttc buses pull into the subway stations and let everyone on through the back doors. I quickly try to get off, but my black bag won't fit through the doors. It has to be turned on its side. So, I am standing on the platform with my bag stuck in the door with one backpack on my back and one on my front and my mexican hat in a huge crowd of people trying to get on the bus. At this point I feel like bringing all my crap on the bus was a really stupid idea. Luckily, everyone is nice and helps me get my bag through and I'm on my way.
After I get off the subway I realize that it has very recently snowed about 6 inches. This makes it very difficult to get a suitcase on wheels down the sidewalk. I stumble into my office where I find one other problem with being homeless.
Usually, when I travel and I am just about to come home I can't wait to sleep in my own bed. Unfortunately, homeless people don't get that option. I sleep on the couch in my office, which is heaven on earth compared to a Westjet seat.
I arrive in toronto with roughly 150lbs. of stuff and go to the ttc bus stop. I notice that the express bus to the subway isn't going to come for another half an hour but in ten minutes a bus that goes across lawrence to the other subway is coming. I figure, how much longer can the lawrence bus take? Well, it takes about an hour longer. Mostly because it gets stuck in traffic within a 5 minute walk of the subway station. Also, the bus goes through the sketchiest parts of toronto that I've ever seen. Sometime on this bus ride I realize that my mexican hat was probably a silly purchase.
I also took the lawrence bus because I know that the subway is its' last stop and it will be easy for me to get off because I can just wait for everyone else to leave. I forgot that the ttc buses pull into the subway stations and let everyone on through the back doors. I quickly try to get off, but my black bag won't fit through the doors. It has to be turned on its side. So, I am standing on the platform with my bag stuck in the door with one backpack on my back and one on my front and my mexican hat in a huge crowd of people trying to get on the bus. At this point I feel like bringing all my crap on the bus was a really stupid idea. Luckily, everyone is nice and helps me get my bag through and I'm on my way.
After I get off the subway I realize that it has very recently snowed about 6 inches. This makes it very difficult to get a suitcase on wheels down the sidewalk. I stumble into my office where I find one other problem with being homeless.
Usually, when I travel and I am just about to come home I can't wait to sleep in my own bed. Unfortunately, homeless people don't get that option. I sleep on the couch in my office, which is heaven on earth compared to a Westjet seat.
posted by Timothy Fowler at 2/24/2005 02:31:00 PM
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