Thursday, August 18, 2011
Transit / Chicagoland I heard it on the train
Posted by Sam Worley on 08.18.11 at 11:04 AM
- Dave Tamburo
Belmont: "Don't worry be happy . . . Where's the love?"
Addison: "Home of Ron Santo, home of the Chicago Cubs . . . You're a perfect ten."
Sheridan: "Enjoy your evening, take care of yourself . . . Don't break a leg."
Wilson [where a full platform of riders, presumably dumped by their train going express, boarded]: "No fingers, I didn't do it to you. The more, the merrier!"
Lawrence: [nothing]
Argyle: "Watch the doors, don't forget your cell phones."
Berwyn: "Order a pizza, watch the doors."
Bryn Mawr: "Better luck tomorrow, watch the doors."
Thorndale: "Have a nice night, see you tomorrow."
Granville: "Always nice to see you, thank you for riding. Enjoy your steak dinner."
Loyola: "Sure hope it's not the end of the world . . . [alarmingly unintelligible]."
Morse: "Every day's Friday. Make sure you don't lose your keys, cell phone, ID—that's not funny. You're the best. Thank you."
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I especially appreciated the dark, sort of existential turn the commentary took toward the end of the line, with the "better luck tomorrow" and the end-of-the-world thing.
"End of the world" is also how my southbound #151 driver announced Union Station as we arrived there one evening early this summer.
I wonder if this is the same guy I used to hear who used the catchphrase "Thanks for going all the way with the CTA."
On evening commutes he also liked to refer to a "pitcher of martinis" and sometimes said, "You work hard all day to make that big money, now it's time to go home and say hello to your honey."
Aw, this makes me wistful for my cackling, pony-tailed, circa-2006 conductor on the Purple Line Express who rejoiced in repeating the word "Humpday" every Wednesday, every stop, on the morning commute.
New Short-Term Ambition: Having the CTA tell me to "try the veal."
Can't stand him, and wish he would shut up. Who needs some conductor trying to convince his captive audience that he's a comedian? The canned robotic voice that announces stops is already bad enough, not to mention the passengers yakking on their cellphones. It has become impossible to ride the Cta without an I-Pod or earplugs.
His name is Michael, and he is AWESOME! I wanted to start up a blog with all his sayings, but never did it. This is great!
