Hold, please

trainWe live next to a GO Transit station [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] in a great location that offers convenient access to the city [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] and suburbs [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY], as well as shops and restaurants. We can walk out the door [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY], take about 50 steps, hop on a train [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY], and “zoom” into the city.

The GO Transit is so popular [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] the Ontario government is laying a third track [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] and adding extra parking to accommodate the masses who rely on the trains (and buses) for their [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] daily commute. The entity is also repeatedly increasing fare, but [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] that’s another story (seriously, $12.50 per person, round-trip).

It’s wonderful [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY].

HOLD, PLEASE is what we do a lot of while we live next to a GO Transit station. HOLD, PLEASE while on the phone. HOLD, PLEASE while watching TV. HOLD, PLEASE while having a conversation. HOLD, PLEASE while trying to sleep.

However, the trains kinda grow on you after a while [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY]. You learn to anticipate the clanging, chugging and whistling [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY], and instinctively close the window before one arrives. They kinda [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] lull you to sleep, too. Not the first night though [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY]. The first night they make you want to [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] poke your eyeballs out.

I bet [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] we’ll miss them [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] should we ever [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] move away [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY]. The clanging. The chugging. The whistling. The fist-shaking.

Maybe we could find [HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY] another GO Transit station to live next to. One can always hope.

[HOLD, PLEASE; THERE’S A TRAIN ROARING BY.]

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3 thoughts on “Hold, please

  1. I find it odd that Boyfriend never mentioned the fact that he lived 7′ from the main train artery in Canadaville while you were dating. It seems like something that would have come up in conversation. Surely, your Fiance would have made mention of this fact, prior to wedding plans being finalized.

    On the bright side, you can leave your windows open and pretend to be a homeless person, living in a train yard. Or, every time you hear the roaring train passing through, envision that it’s Thomas the Tank Engine, moving those pesky little freight cars to and fro on the little Island of Sodor with his friends Edward, Gordon, and Percy.

    If it’s any consolation, your Husband’s father-in-law LOVES trains. When Heather and I lived downtown and your parents would spend the evening, your father would give me a status update at breakfast each morning, on the number of trains that passed through the prior evening, how many cars were on each train, and which consumer goods were being transported in said cars.

  2. Mom says:

    Josh, how funny, but you are right. Jill, your Uncle Rog disliked bugs and pesky critters that would attach themselves to him when biking, camping, etc. He told me that when he accepted them, they would no longer bother him. Maybe you could ask the train system if you could work part time helping the people or whatever the workers do. After the initial breakin I doubt if you would even notice the trains at home anymore. This would be your way of ‘accepting’ them and they would no longer bother you.

  3. jilladuling says:

    Oh, Mom. I don’t mind the trains. They’re just a part of life here. Toot! Toot!

    For the record, bugs are WAY WORSE than trains.

    And, Joshua, your father is a smart, smart man. He can tell a lot of things just by listening. Oh, look! There goes Thomas now!

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