Rednecks on the Rocket.
At about 10pm on a Friday, a friend and I are on the Southbound Yonge subway to
go for beverages on Q-West. At Lawrence, the door opens and two really drunk
and spun looking rednecks in Metal band t-shirts quickly stumble into the car.
Both are carrying OBUS backrests, still in the plastic packaging. They proceed
to aggressively ask all the passengers on the car if they want to buy said
backrests. I notice one of them has a big wet spot on his pants starting at his
crotch and trailing down his leg. The other has puke dribble down his Poison
t-shirt. After no one takes the offer of the probably recently stolen
backrests, they stand near the end of the car. The train starts jerking around
through the tunnel and "wet stain" who doesn't have his subway legs,
smashes his head into the wall. It was amusing the first time but this repeats
about six times as he staggers between blows. Disoriented he doesn't notice his
drunk friend get out at Eglinton Station. When he sort of regains
consciousness, he leans against the door waiting for the next station. When the
train pulls into Davisville, "wet stain" is oblivious as the doors he
is leaning against open, and he falls out of the car onto the platform. A kind
soul pushes his leg out of the doors as they start closing on him. As the train
pulls out of the station, leaving "wet stain" lying on the deserted
platform with his backrest, everyone on the train exchanges glances and bursts
out laughing.
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