Next stop, depression

So, I got on the subway at Dundas. I think I expected some sort of naval adventure when I rode the escalator down, but there was none.  And after getting out my Master and Commander book, I remembered Heneage Dundas is a captain — Jack's good friend — and that's why I had this expectation.

On the train itself (which was roomy and had seats going every which way, which I like, as it adds variety), the woman announcing the stops sounded depressed.   There were suicide prevention signs everywhere — Feeling suicidal? Press the blue button on the platform for a completely confidential talk! — so it went with the theme. 

"Next station is St Clair. St. Claire Station." 

Pause.  

"Arriving at St. Claire Station. Station St. Claire."  She stressed "arriving" in an angry 'I told you so' way, like she'd warned us that St. Claire was next, we didn't listen, and now look where we are. 

Then at Davisville, it was like she had nothing left to give and just couldn't work herself up for anything anymore.  Though she did seem to perk up a bit for Eglinston.

Anyway, I've just finished a veggie wrap at Le Bistro near the Schmidts*.   I'm lurking till the end of the time window they gave me for arrival.  I don't know whether we're eating immediately, so I thought a veggie wrap (no fries) would be ok — I didn't want to just order a glass of wine, as I remembered I don't seem like a foreigner here and so might seem like just a drunk.

*Turned out not to be near the Schmidts, as once again, I walked the wrong way.