Heavens, I took the 506 from Sherbourne to Spadina past noon today to pickup a suit at Tom's Place in Kensington Market. I figured it's cheaper than driving and a nice day for a walk to the stop. But I was not prepared for the cuckoos nest that made up my fellow passengers. It's in part on me for sitting at the very back of a soon to be busy empty streetcar. I would estimate that maybe 4/10 tapped on, and of those 6/10 who did not, most were muttering at themselves, flaying about or otherwise mentally or chemically troubled. I just MMOB, headphones on listening to the RevZilla podcast on landsplitting (should be a thing in ON, imo), but then one guy recognized another from the social and the latter starting shouting that the other go away, whilst the first starting singing toward the second chap. What a circus, but I never felt threatened, and saw it more like I was on safari in an asylum - I could almost hear Sir David Attenborough narrating upon the thrashing, manic behaviour. I suppose all the normies were in class or at work, so this is what's left, just the nutters and a guy buying a suit.
