"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
Tokyo Disneyland Proudly Presents...
Tokyo Disneyland Acoustical Parade Drop Dead!"
Oliver is sitting at his computer at MBTA headquarters in Boston, where it's already 11 p.m. at night, monitoring the crowd movements at the Minihama metro station near Tokyo, where it's just hitting 1 p.m. the next day. As he watches the webcast inside the station, he sees a bunch of school girls walking off a train going towards town.
They notice the webcam and start dancing in a very sensuous fashion. As they do, they yell, "We're going to Tokyo Disneyland!" They're all dressed as various Disney Princesses-Belle, Aurora, Cinderella, etc. It's a big holiday in Japan-National Costume Day, where young people dress up in various costumes from anime, art & more. One of the girls is playing the music from her new boombox, which she bought in the Rippongi shopping area before coming to school.
As he looks at the screen, his boss comes in and shouts at him, "Oliver! That package you sent to Shanghai last night didn't get there!" This causes him to get up and take to his heels.
"Oliver! You're in for trouble! Those guys at the Shanghai Metro are gonna hang me out to dry if they learned..."
Suddenly, his cell phone rings.
"Hello...you DID get it? When?...Okay, I'll tell him."
He hangs up and says, "Never mind, Oliver! They got the package. You're off the hook. For now."
Oliver breathes a sigh of relief and goes back to watching the webcam from Tokyo.
Meanwhile, up in Montreal, their Metro will soon be winding down their day. Near one of the Underground shopping arcades, two lovely ladies in red tee-shirts and black minis walk around doing a cancan dance. One of the passers-by is shocked by this. He smacks the first girl in the jaw, but she kicks him right between the you-know-wheres. He falls into the track butt first. Suddenly, he sees a train coming. Only a quick move inside the track cone prevents him from being run over.
Do you suppose that the man got what he deserved?
That's a good question.
Next time, we'll go back to that story about the Chestnut Hill thing.