Joshua Van Tassel

A couple weeks back I posted a rather eerily quiet recording of a full street car during rush hour in Toronto. So many people, so close together, and no one was saying anything. Weird. Last night I was on the exact same streetcar, and let me set the scene for you.

1. It’s midnight on a Wednesday. People have to work in the morning. They have to get up early.

2. There’s a giant blizzard happening. And I don’t mean light flurries that make Torontonians drive like morons and pedestrians sputter and walk head down into lamp posts. By Toronto standards last night’s snow heralded the beginning of the apocalypse.

3. The streetcar took about a half an hour to come. Anyone who wanted to get on it was waiting for quite a stretch in the undesirable weather, and most likely would be cranky.

Now listen to this –

EVERYONE IS HAPPY. It was the strangest thing. People weren’t super drunk and belligerent, just conversing with their fellow man. About 20 seconds in, a man gets off and randomly wishes everyone a good night. Did my streetcar take a back alley and end up in small town Nova Scotia? I loved it.