It is story time my friends. But first, a little back story before we get to the cartoon fun. Bear with me for un momento.
You have may seen (heard? read?) me mention before that I grew up in the middle of nowhere. This is no exaggeration. The closest store to my house was about 7km away, and the closest city with a mall was at least 40 minutes driving. I lived basically in a forest, on a lake (perfect for seeing ghosts, and falling out of trees, as you know).
If we wanted to go shopping or to the movies, our parents had to drive us. This was very annoying, although probably more for them than us, as I am starting to realize now.
This also made going on a typical date in high school extremely difficult. My most important quality in a boy when I was 16? Having his own car. When I started dating a guy who was two years older and had his own car, well yeah, he was a catch. Ohh how my tastes have changed.
But I digress.
I grew up somewhere that was amazing, and safe for adventuring, but not the greatest for shopping, and other city activities.
However, my beautiful little Nana has always lived in Toronto, pretty close to downtown. I stayed at her house in the city quite often, and many times I brought friends along for the ride. My friend Dawn (<- remember her guest post?!) was a frequent visitor.
Staying with my Nana was always a big adventure, because we were not from “the city” and everything was new and exciting to us.
One thing that was new and exciting was the subway. Dawn and I loved taking the subway places because it made us feel independent. We weren’t old enough to drive, and buses were so confusing, but my nana had shown me the ropes of the subway, and on the subway we could actually get around! We didn’t need our parents to drop us off, we were free!
But we were not the most subway savvy…
One day in the summer when Dawn and I were about 15, we were staying at my Nana’s, and we decided to take the subway by ourselves to the mall. Conveniently enough, there was a subway stop directly across the street from my Nana’s apartment building. Once we got over there, we decided to skip the guy at the ticket counter, and just pay the machine to get our subway tokens.
If you did the self token thang, you had to put your token in a machine, and then go through a glass revolving door that would get you through to the trains. Once you paid your token and went through, the door would lock, so the next person would have to pay their token. There was also a regular door on either side of the revolving door, so people leaving the trains could get out.
Perhaps a visual will help you.
I don’t remember why, but we only paid for one token ($2). I am going to assume we only had enough change for one and were too lazy to go back to the ticket guy. We decided that it would be a good idea to put in one token, go through the revolving door together, and get to the other side to the trains. (Please note we were generally good girls, and scamming the subway isn’t something we would usually do…)
Anyway, we paid our token, and crammed into the revolving door.
And all started to go well. The door started to turn…and then it stopped. It stopped dead in the middle, leaving us trapped inside the door. We were unable to get back out to where we came from, and there was only a tiny crack to get through to the trains.
We had no idea why the door would suddenly stop and leave us trapped, but we figured it just got stuck. After being obnoxious and screaming “HELP US!”…
We figured we had to go through the tiny crack to get out.
Dawn was first, and had minimal problems squeezing herself through. It looked promising. I was next.
I had some troubles. I could not squeeze through standing up…my big nungas (yeah, they were big even then) were hindering my escape to freedom!
After several minutes of trying unsuccessfully to squeeze my body through, I laid down on the dirty subway floor, and, arms first, tried to make my way through the crack.
Once I got past my shoulders, my nungas were once again proving to be a problem. I was stuck. Dawn grabbed my hands from the other side and pulled me, while I wiggled like a worm trying to squeeze my body through.
Oh, and I should mention, the entire time this was happening people were leaving the trains and going through the doors on either side. And staring at us like we were crazy people.
Some people looked quite angry.
I tried to block them out and concentrate on the task at hand.
Finally, I broke free of the evil door and made it out to the other side. I got up off the floor, dusted myself off, and Dawn and I were all “Phew! That was close!” and laughed and laughed about what just happened. Why would the door just stop like that? So weird!
We made our way down to the trains to wait for the next subway.
When we arrived beside the tracks, we heard a voice on the loudspeaker.
This had no meaning to us.
And then again.
And we were all…
So we ignored the voice, and sat down nonchalantly on a bench to wait for the train.
And then we heard:
We couldn’t ignore it any longer. The voice was talking to us, and it meant serious business. The mention of the police was terrifying, so we had no choice but to go upstairs.
We went back through the doors we had squeezed through (the actual door side though), and arrived at the ticket counter, where the ticket man was waiting. He looked angrier than I had ever seen anyone look in my life. His head looked like it may explode.
We got reamed out huge.
It was very scary.
And we never tried to sneak on the subway again.