Skytrain Mishap
As I do at the beginning of each working day, I walked down to the SkyTrain to begin my morning commute. As I approached the station, I noticed that there were a large number of people standing around the station. There were also a lot of SkyTrain employees directing commuters away from one particular car.
As I passed the crowd, I could see into one of the cars where a man seemed to be passed out on the floor. I walked into the next car and asked an older lady what had happened. She said that someone had been shot on the train.
Shot? Shot?!
Okay, I know that there are people in Vancouver who own guns, but I don't like to think that they'll actually use them. Especially near my home!
Well, the firemen came first and they crowded into the car, followed a few minutes later by the paramedics. As they were wheeling their gurney to the scene of the crime, I took advantage of a break in the crowd to peek in the window one more time.
There was no blood, no violent aftermath that one would expect from a fierce firefight on the SkyTrain. In fact, the patient looked like your typical Yaletown Serf* with a bad case of the shakes. In fact, he seemed to be responding to inquiries from the firemen quite easily. Once the paramedics got in there, he was fitted with an oxygen mask, climbed onto the gurney and was wheeled away.
Looking for a second opinion, I asked the nearest SkyTrain employee what had happened. His story was quite different:
The recently wheeled-away was on the SkyTrain when, just before arriving at Patterson, he had lapsed into a seizure of some kind. Passengers in the train, scared for their lives, alighted the train with such speed as to cause others to similarly run for their lives. Someone finally called 9-1-1, after, I'm sure, they all had their morbid sense of curiosity satisfied. Either that, or he stopped shuddering and they got bored.
It's amazing how people react in certain situations. I hope I don't have something go wrong when I'm stuck inside a train with similar idiots.
Oh, and never listen to old ladies on the scene.
Yaletown Serf: black Doc Martens, black pants, black shirt, black jacket
As I do at the beginning of each working day, I walked down to the SkyTrain to begin my morning commute. As I approached the station, I noticed that there were a large number of people standing around the station. There were also a lot of SkyTrain employees directing commuters away from one particular car.
As I passed the crowd, I could see into one of the cars where a man seemed to be passed out on the floor. I walked into the next car and asked an older lady what had happened. She said that someone had been shot on the train.
Shot? Shot?!
Okay, I know that there are people in Vancouver who own guns, but I don't like to think that they'll actually use them. Especially near my home!
Well, the firemen came first and they crowded into the car, followed a few minutes later by the paramedics. As they were wheeling their gurney to the scene of the crime, I took advantage of a break in the crowd to peek in the window one more time.
There was no blood, no violent aftermath that one would expect from a fierce firefight on the SkyTrain. In fact, the patient looked like your typical Yaletown Serf* with a bad case of the shakes. In fact, he seemed to be responding to inquiries from the firemen quite easily. Once the paramedics got in there, he was fitted with an oxygen mask, climbed onto the gurney and was wheeled away.
Looking for a second opinion, I asked the nearest SkyTrain employee what had happened. His story was quite different:
The recently wheeled-away was on the SkyTrain when, just before arriving at Patterson, he had lapsed into a seizure of some kind. Passengers in the train, scared for their lives, alighted the train with such speed as to cause others to similarly run for their lives. Someone finally called 9-1-1, after, I'm sure, they all had their morbid sense of curiosity satisfied. Either that, or he stopped shuddering and they got bored.
It's amazing how people react in certain situations. I hope I don't have something go wrong when I'm stuck inside a train with similar idiots.
Oh, and never listen to old ladies on the scene.
Yaletown Serf: black Doc Martens, black pants, black shirt, black jacket
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