By Rhonda Riche

Overheard on the eastbound Queen streetcar at Shaw St. A young couple is talking loudly about how worldly they are when the car stops in front of the Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art.
Him: (Pointing at the big blue sculpture outside) What’s that?
Her: That’s an “art.”
One stop later.
Driver: (to another passenger) Excuse me, can I see your pass?
Him: Her past? Why would you need to show your past to get on a streetcar?
Her: Her pass, not her past.
Him: Oh.