Midnight.

Late night metro ride.
Already that the idea of being out in the public transit system, as sketchy as it is in daylight, past midnight was unsettling, I managed to stumble upon a crazies.
I was at good ol' Lionel-Groulx metro, pretending to listen to music even if my ipod's battery had long since failed me. I was also standing directly in front of one of those useful screens which tells me when the next metro arrives. I will not even get into the question of funding for these screens everywhere when I would prefer later and more frequent metros by far. I mean, knowing that the metro is coming in 14 minutes is not making it come any faster!
Anyways, as I contemplated, this slighty intoxicated man hobbled over and struck up a conversation.
"It's mignight..." he began, obviously entrancing me with his undeniable charm.
"Six minutes," he continued, making reference to the screen that I could most definitely read like a big girl. I kind of nodded and "mhmmed" to acknowledge his presence and not cause insult.
He left me alone for a few minutes, struck up a conversation with the screen itself when the Canadians appeared. I didn't really get what he said, but, it had to do with the Canadians.
"Threeee minutes!" he exclaimed, sounding almost excited. I loved that he sounded so psyched, but when he started popping out these killer dance moves such as the drunken shuffle/twist, I really started enjoying it.
As the metro approached, 3 minutes later, I wondered if maybe, these screens did actually serve a purpose in the end.
What am I saying, I could have said the metro was coming in "banana" and he would have been excited.