[lifer]

About 7 years ago I was riding the Train from SAIT to the SpeakEasy. It was a pretty long ride, during which, beers were consumed. A couple of my friends were acting like jerkoffs on the train; they were swearing loudly and hanging from those single grip handles. We did not see a single Transit Cop. By the time we reached our stop a couple of us had an urgent need to pee. We jumped off of the train and ran across the tracks in front of it. The lights were flashing, indicating that we should not cross the tracks, but the train wasn't moving, so a couple of us booked it. We walked about half a block, turned down an alley and began relieving ourselves on the side of a building. I finished, turned around and there is a large man, wearing a grey "CFL Radically Canadian" T shirt standing in front of me with a ticket book. An undercover C train cop? An off duty cop that can write a ticket? I didn't know then, and I still don't. All I know is that he got called because of the guys on the Train that were being idiots, he couldn't bust them for anything, and he couldn't bust me for public urination, but I did get dinged with an $85 ticket for running across the tracks when the signals were on. I accepted the ticket and then threw loonies at naked ladies.