Sunday, September 5, 2010

A Sunday on BC Ferries

This is a special mobile post from my cell phone. There was no way I could wait to post my experiences of the last hour.

My apologies for any spelling or grammatical mistakes, i am using a virtual keyboard with my new phone and had become accustomed to using a blackberry keyboard, now don't get me wrong blackberries are nothing compared to this phone, but I do miss the keyboard.

Seeing as I am using my cellphone I will get right to the key events which lead me to this overwhelming need to post immediately.

You will notice the main picture for this post is of some douche and his 2002 Hyundai Elantra. This fucking guy has tinted windows and rims on this thing...now I am all for personalizing your vehicle, but serious - its a fucking Hyundai! So there I am trying to read my copy of the Province when an alarm starts going off, much to my surprise it's the Hyundai in front of me. Of course the driver is nowhere to be seen...a few minutes pass and the alarm turns off. A few minutes later the alarm goes off again, then again and so on for the next 45 minutes. It would appear that he is so concerned about his precious $2500 vehicle that he has the sensitivity on his alarm turned way up, so whenever someone walks by his car the alarm goes off. I just about lost it, there is a small child in the vehicle next to me crying about the noise while smearing what I can only assume is banana all over the inside of his window, some of my other neighbors get fed up and go tell an employee about it. A few minutes later there is an announcement over the PA about this Hyundai. Does the guy show up? No...he shows up 30 seconds before we board, about 20 minutes later. I sincerely hope this guy is sterile, for the sake of all of humanity...I mean who puts an alarm on a vehicle which has an MSRP when brand new of about $9200 and then jacks the sensitivity to max?

This brings me to the next part of my journey. Okay people we all need our coffee in the morning, I get it...but when you are at the ferry you might want to stay aware of the time. I have never seen so many people running for their cars at the last second, coffee in hand, as the rest of us have to drive around their vehicles to board because they are too stupid to look at one of the many time keeping devices our technologically advanced society has been able to produce. I wish I was making this up guys, honestly, it was brutal to watch, there were no less than 10 vehicles stranded all over the lot. I don't even know what else to say about it.

You would think that once I actually boarded the ferry all this insanity would cease, guess again. There I am stuck behind a freaking gaggle of tourists in the stairwell as they argue about what I can only assume is if they want to eat or not. I am all for lengthy conversations about the potential to catch the clap, the dreaded bee disease or worse from Ferry food, however they actually stopped moving for about 2 minutes while still on the stairs to keep talking about it. To make matters worse they wouldn't allow me or the 15 people behind me to pass them until they were done. Can someone please help me out here, is it just me or are you confused as fuck by this course of action?

By this point all I can think about is smoking. Thankfully I am able to dodge the rest of the confused tourists and make it to the upper deck and the smaller than average smoking area. As I approach this younger guy I smell something familar. Yup, you guessed it, he is smoking a joint. Now I am not one to judge or anything, but all sillyness aside it's 8:34am and you are on the ferry. Nothing is going to make the food taste any better. This dude was like 40 years old! Maybe it was the previous experiences of the morning that set me off, but I couldn't even handle it, kids are walking around, people are taking pictures and there's buddy, getting high.

All in all, a standard Sunday morning on the ferry. The best part is that I am coming back to the Island tonight, so stay tuned as I'm sure I will have more to report.

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