#c train

“colour theory” this and “childrens hospital” that… some of you have never been on calgary public transit i see

So while I was still dressed as post-crash Sandy Claws, I took the c-train to my friend’s house. All I hear as I get on is a little boy “whisper” “Daddy! Look its Santa...Jack Skellington!” I looked over and waved. Then for about 4 stops all I hear is “Daddy, why does he look so sad?” and his dad would say “I’m not sure, why don’t you ask her.”  So I decided to walk by them. I stopped in front of them and said: “I’m sad because my sleigh was blown out of the sky, so now I have to ride the c-train.” I smiled and walked to the door I wanted to go to. I loved that so many kidlets knew who I was.