Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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This is a good story, though it's a couple of weeks late. Mainly it's late because I'm lazy and can't be bothered to blog, though I do check my own blog daily to see if I've posted, remembered that I haven't, then vow to get right on it.
That doesn't always work.
So, I made plans to see Serenity in Burlington with my Dad. It's a good half-way point between Guelph and Toronto, and Paul and Victoria live there. They'd seen the movie with Catherine and I three months ago, but I figured they'd be up for seeing it again.
The unexpected part came when I invited Jer along. He was at the apartment with me on Friday night and we spent nearly 8 hours playing X-Men Legends 2 (which rocks) until 3:40 am. Tired, we went to bed as we had to catch the GO Train at 10:43am.
We got up. We were lazy. We played X-Men again for a little. Then we left to go, seeing as how it was 10:19am.
The odds that we were going to make this train were slim to none. Especially since I dove back into the apartment for my book, then Jer dove back in for his jacket.
All was going well until St. George station, when Jer rather sheepishyly states he has to go to the bathroom.
"We're like 10 minutes from the train. Can you make it?" I asked.
The look on his face suggested that no, he could not make it. I know of this pain and it is evil. Sadly, Jer decided to head up to the street to find someplace to go. I was going to keep on towards Union to try and make the train, but it sucked that Jer had to bow out. He promised to try to catch the next train or maybe see the movie with me later that weekend. I had no choice but to go as my Dad was expecting me and Paul was picking us up at the GO station in Burlington.
When I got to Union, I had less than five minutes. I ran through the terminal, got my ticket, and bolted for the platform despite the clerk telling me the odds weren't good.
I got up there with two minutes to spare only to find that the train hadn't even pulled in yet. It was two minutes late. So, I got on, read my book (good going, me), and got off in Oakville to grab the connecting bus.
As I walked towards the bus, there was Jer, standing there waiting for me with his arms folded.
No. Fucking. Way.
Before I hugged him, a million thoughts went through my head. Did he meet someone on the street and get a ride here? How could he be here?
The answer: it was a crap and go. He went at a million miles per hour, got the subway train after me. Bought his ticket, even though the guy said the train left. It wasn't on the schedule anymore, but he decided to see if it was still up on the platform.
Jer even went to the wrong platform, happened to glance across and see the train he needed, ran like no tomorrow to get it, and jumped through the doors just as they were closing.
He made the same GO Train as me. The odds on this are astronomically slim. *I* barely made it. How the hell did he do it?
I'm guessing it's because he's tall and has really long legs. He can move fast when he wants to.
Oh, and the movie was awesome.
That doesn't always work.
So, I made plans to see Serenity in Burlington with my Dad. It's a good half-way point between Guelph and Toronto, and Paul and Victoria live there. They'd seen the movie with Catherine and I three months ago, but I figured they'd be up for seeing it again.
The unexpected part came when I invited Jer along. He was at the apartment with me on Friday night and we spent nearly 8 hours playing X-Men Legends 2 (which rocks) until 3:40 am. Tired, we went to bed as we had to catch the GO Train at 10:43am.
We got up. We were lazy. We played X-Men again for a little. Then we left to go, seeing as how it was 10:19am.
The odds that we were going to make this train were slim to none. Especially since I dove back into the apartment for my book, then Jer dove back in for his jacket.
All was going well until St. George station, when Jer rather sheepishyly states he has to go to the bathroom.
"We're like 10 minutes from the train. Can you make it?" I asked.
The look on his face suggested that no, he could not make it. I know of this pain and it is evil. Sadly, Jer decided to head up to the street to find someplace to go. I was going to keep on towards Union to try and make the train, but it sucked that Jer had to bow out. He promised to try to catch the next train or maybe see the movie with me later that weekend. I had no choice but to go as my Dad was expecting me and Paul was picking us up at the GO station in Burlington.
When I got to Union, I had less than five minutes. I ran through the terminal, got my ticket, and bolted for the platform despite the clerk telling me the odds weren't good.
I got up there with two minutes to spare only to find that the train hadn't even pulled in yet. It was two minutes late. So, I got on, read my book (good going, me), and got off in Oakville to grab the connecting bus.
As I walked towards the bus, there was Jer, standing there waiting for me with his arms folded.
No. Fucking. Way.
Before I hugged him, a million thoughts went through my head. Did he meet someone on the street and get a ride here? How could he be here?
The answer: it was a crap and go. He went at a million miles per hour, got the subway train after me. Bought his ticket, even though the guy said the train left. It wasn't on the schedule anymore, but he decided to see if it was still up on the platform.
Jer even went to the wrong platform, happened to glance across and see the train he needed, ran like no tomorrow to get it, and jumped through the doors just as they were closing.
He made the same GO Train as me. The odds on this are astronomically slim. *I* barely made it. How the hell did he do it?
I'm guessing it's because he's tall and has really long legs. He can move fast when he wants to.
Oh, and the movie was awesome.
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