by AmeriKenArtist
Tonight I was on the Orange Line, traveling inbound from Wellington, taking pictures. I transfered to the D at Haymarket, continuing inbound and then to the west. Once on the trolley, I walked to the position just behind the motorman and raised my camera. He began yelling at me. I showed my bright yellow T Photo Permit. He explained that I should have shown it to him first and I apologised. As we traveled west, outbound, I kept a light conversation going with him. Once we arrived at Kenmore, he shut the train down and exited! The crowd in the trolley was silent. I looked out the window and two T Police were waving me off the trolley. I exited and said hello, showing my pass that was hanging from a cord, in public view. They explained that the motorman was upset. I told them that I was having a conversation with him as we traveled. And if he had a problem, he could have simply mentioned something to me. They asked me to stay behind the white line, which I had been doing. I boarded, following the motorman. The crowd was silent. I stood at my previous place, raised my yellow permit and shrugged my shoulders. A nervous chuckle arose. We continued outbound. When I arrived at my stop, I looked at him and thanked him for the ride.
Maybe some kind of "Interaction" or "Social" classes should be conducted. MOST of the motorpersons are wondeful, but someone like this is not good for the T, or at the least, railfans.
Maybe some kind of "Interaction" or "Social" classes should be conducted. MOST of the motorpersons are wondeful, but someone like this is not good for the T, or at the least, railfans.
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