I have my… issues with transportation. I have been screwed over on a plane, in a bus, on a boat, and in a train. Oh God, how I have ever been screwed over on a train. If you’re not Canadian, and if you have never experienced, you probably have never experienced the joy of a VIA trip, you poor thing. The limitless joy of watching a seven hour trip stretch out to twelve, the exquisite beauty of sitting on a broken-down train in the middle of Ontario’s armpit, and the wonder of the four dollar chips are all part of the VIA experience.
I would go on the bus, but the bus experience has involved staring at a grease patch, with one single white hair smack dab in the center, a former seat tenant had left until Toronto. Which, really. I can forgive the grease patch, but the perfectly placed, thick, white hair just seems premeditated.
So I go by train, to limited degrees of success. I’m actually writing this on my way home from Guelph for Thanksgiving, on the train. This trip has gone, all things considered, reasonably well. We are a mere ten minutes late, and I got to sit next to my roommate for most of the trip. However. I needed glorious Internet access for a school project, which Via conveniently offers on most of its trains, if you pay nine bucks for a full 24 hours first. Rather inconveniently, this service is apparently a fickle beast that doesn’t like the Toronto-Montreal corridor. Yep, right after I had cited (in appropriate MLA style) my last source, I switched trains, but apparently left Internet access behind. I had hoped it was a temporary measure, but temporary is now going on five hours, so I guess VIA got me again.
Their welcome e-mail wished me a “productive day.” Now they’re just being mean.
(Posted after I got home to functional Internet and the cats.)
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