The Wisdom of Adam Duritz, Addendum

I never did make an actual Walk of Shame. But I’d like to think had I ever been forced into making one I’d have done a better job of concealing it than the girl I saw on the subway this morning who was still dressed in her Hallowe’en costume from the night before. Does it get any better than that? Last year I saw a girl sprinting down Aberdeen Street in the dead of winter wearing a massive pair of basketball shorts–and while this morning’s sighting isn’t quite as hilarious as that one was, there’s still something to be said about a girl riding the subway at eleven o’clock in the morning dressed up as Beetlejuice.

On a related note, this whole “subway as a prism unto the human condition” is starting to reverberate even more loudly. This morning, for instance, I was riding back from campus reading Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs when a Middle Eastern woman walked up to me holding a sign which said, in essence, “I’m poor, please help.” Has anyone else ever had that happen to them? Meanwhile, on the same car was this kid who was sitting in front of the exit. Again, anyone ever seen this on a Toronto subway? There are signs everywhere asking people to please not block the exit…and yet there he was, planted firmly in front of the door and showing no indication of moving. People were literally climbing over him as they entered and exited the car, yet no one so much as said a word–likely because he looked like the love child of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. Naturally, he got off at my stop, Main Street…which points to yet another immutable law of the Toronto subway system: if you see anybody who looks even remotely screwed up, there’s at least a 50% chance they’re getting off at Main.

But he wasn’t dressed up as Beetlejuice.


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