Lately, it seems the TTC suffers ever more mechanical problems with its streetcars.
Yesterday, as the last passenger struggled off at Queen, the doors seemed to linger a moment, before suddenly slamming shut with more force than usual, causing a loud, rattling bang -- which made one man, in a large black down overcoat, to shriek "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
As he remained still -- either completely frozen by his animated outcry or completely nonchalant about it, I could not tell because I could only see his coat -- everyone in the car looked at him, and then pretended we had not.
I found this a very Toronto moment.
posted at 4:37:31 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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