A toothless, jumpy, yappy streetcar rider -- whose personal grooming could not be described as fastidious -- offered the operator of the northbound Bathurst Street car a tranquilizer, shaking his pill bottle like a maraca.
She turned him down, saying maybe later.
"Did you mean sex by that?" leered the public transit Casanova.
She goodnaturedly shook her head 'no' -- although it may well have been a serious question from him.
"Well I'm going to take one," he said before popping down the pill. "They keep me calm."
The calmness lasted a matter of seconds. A guy got on and sat behind Trank Man.
"Say friend, weren't you going to quit smoking the last time I seen you," he said to the new target, before adding, "I know we've never met before."
The guy snorted, rolled his eyes, shook his head and moved away.
"That's OK," called out Trank Man. "Do what my mother said: Don't talk to strangers!"