High on life... and glue.

I'm not sure if many of you, my dear, dear blog readers take the bus here in Montréal, but I'm gonna open this one up to everyone because, well, y'all amuse me...

For the past two week, an ever increasing number of the buses I am on (I take two a day, one in the morning and one on the return home) and of them well over half have REEKED to the high heaven of what I can only describe as heated model glue...

You know the glue I'm talking about...


It was in those little orange and white metal tubes for building plastic models of the Red Baron's plane, the Titanic, the General Lee and so on and so forth. You could get a good buzz off the stuff while using it legitimately... if you used it for more transcendental purposed you could really see some psychedelic shit.

While I don’t mind the odd little buzz, - ‘cause less face it, it makes the commute more tolerable – but this is not a subtle pear vanilla airwick air freshener here, it’s a mind numbing onslaught to the senses that after a few minutes goes from a mild psychotropic trip to a full on migraine and eye watering attack. I’ve sent 3 complaints to the STM so far but no reply… I live across from the CBC and down the street from CTV, I think I’m going to have to take it up a notch.



Seriously I arrived at work today feeling like I took a 5 minute bong hit, while mildly entertaining for those around me, I’m beginning to fear the amount of brain cells I’m losing while commuting to work.. and lets face it, I NEED those little grey fellas…