Last month we posted a large, colourful banner outside of our building and today we’ve added a new one. Each banner has a question and we want to hear your answers and your stories about Toronto, its citizens and communities.
We invite you to join the conversation by commenting on this blog or in the comment box in TPM’s box office. You can also look for our questions and comment boxes in local Queen Street West businesses.
We’ll post some of your unique responses anonymously in the lobby of the theatre this fall, all in celebration of our Theatre Beyond Walls Fall 2012 Season.
Our new question is:
What is your best story about Toronto transit or taxis?
Tara Litvack | 08.07.12 at 1:46 pm said…
I got dragged around the city for a good half hour on the streetcar and subway by an old lady who thought I was her daughter….and a very strong grip.
Kendra | 08.08.12 at 8:27 am said…
Oh my goodness Tara, that’s intense. How did you convince her that you weren’t her daughter? Were did she take you to?
Kristen F | 08.08.12 at 10:17 am said…
I once (13 or 14 years ago) had a bus driver get off the bus and walk me to the door of the hotel where the conference was. It was well after closing time at the bars, I was tipsy and he could tell I was nervous being in the city alone. The bus was otherwise empty.
Katie P | 08.08.12 at 11:06 am said…
I once intended to bring my personal laptop to work to use for a Board Meeting, but realized 5 minutes after I got off the streetcar that I didn’t have it with me anymore. I hailed a cab, and followed various 504 King cars stopping them to ask, until I ended up at Broadview Station. An amazingly helpful TTC collector radioed to the streetcars that had recently left the station, and found out that my laptop had been turned into the driver, who was now on his way back along King. She wrote down the car number for me, I hopped back into the cab that was waiting for me, and we eventually by-passed that streetcar near Liberty Village. $55 in cab fees, a big tip, and several thank you’s to my TTC and Taxi super-helpers later, I was back at work with my laptop in hand.
Tara Litvack | 08.09.12 at 12:23 pm said…
Kendra – I had to run away the moment she let me go at Ossington station. She literally stroked my face at one point. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t her daughter. She dragged me around the West End. West Queen West/Parkdale area. Pointed out churches we apparently went to when I was a child….. It was one of the most ridiculous experience of my life. But makes a great story now.
Rob Kempson | 08.09.12 at 1:00 pm said…
I left my guitar in the trunk of a cab, and thought that I had lost it forever. Despite my bleak outlook, I was pleased to find that the cab company could trace my cab route because I had paid with debit. After some extreme sleuthing on behalf of a dispatcher named Mike, he tracked down the garage where my cab came from. Some back-and-forth phone-calling commenced, ending in a VERY kind cab driver bringing my guitar back to me. Humanity is pretty amazing sometimes…