Trauma on the TTC
Sep. 9th, 2004 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This morning two streetcars crashed into each other at my intersection. One was turning left, and one was going straight and apparently just drove right into the turning car. I always assumed that couldn't happen (I mean, hello, tracks! You already know exactly where they're going!), but I guess someone wasn't paying attention, or maybe the torrential downpour caused brake failure. All I know is, they were smushed together, mostly blocking the intersection, and the streetcars were twenty deep in every direction.
Ironically*, the reason there were so many streetcars there is because they'd all been rerouted to avoid an accident on Queen St. Yup, the gods were playing games today. And even the buses weren't running, because between the eternal line of streetcars and the parked cars on the side of the road, they couldn't get through. I could see my bus, but it wasn't going anywhere.
Eventually, after getting very wet, I grabbed a cab with someone else from my building, and we got up to the subway. But before that, we got to watch the two cars being separated, which was a crunching, scraping sound I hope I never have to hear again. Good times.
*Ever since Alanis, I have a pathological fear of using this word, just in case she affected me with her inability to tell real irony from general annoyances.
Ironically*, the reason there were so many streetcars there is because they'd all been rerouted to avoid an accident on Queen St. Yup, the gods were playing games today. And even the buses weren't running, because between the eternal line of streetcars and the parked cars on the side of the road, they couldn't get through. I could see my bus, but it wasn't going anywhere.
Eventually, after getting very wet, I grabbed a cab with someone else from my building, and we got up to the subway. But before that, we got to watch the two cars being separated, which was a crunching, scraping sound I hope I never have to hear again. Good times.
*Ever since Alanis, I have a pathological fear of using this word, just in case she affected me with her inability to tell real irony from general annoyances.
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Date: 2004-09-09 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-09 06:12 am (UTC)Do you know if anyone on the streetcars were hurt?
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Date: 2004-09-09 07:46 am (UTC)My guess is that there was probably no-one on the cars other than the driver, since they were headed away from town during rush hour. Which is lucky.
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Date: 2004-09-09 06:13 am (UTC)*goes off and puts lame web search skillz to work*
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Date: 2004-09-09 07:42 am (UTC)Irony is not Bert's friend on Sesame Street
Date: 2004-09-09 07:56 am (UTC)"Mr. Play it Safe, who never flew his entire life, avoids flying to a very important meeting, takes the train, and dies in a derailment."
"You're stuck in traffic, on your way to accept an award for civic planning, as you are the engineer who designed the gridlocked roads you are currently driving on."