Here’s the roundup of tales from my adventures and observations working for Portland Streetcar in 2017 . . . .
Jan. 16: I don't live to terrorize toddlers, honestly, but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
A family of four got on the streetcar at NW 23rd and Marshall: young couple with what looked like a pair of twin boys about 2-1/2 years old. The one with the father was Not. Going. To. Accept his Dad’s explanation that he had to sit on his father’s lap during the streetcar ride, and was winding up into a sizable shriek when I leaned down to him, nose to nose, and said, matter-of-factly,
“Them’s the rules.”
That shut him up.
March 8: I could not get the on-board fare machine on 006 to accept either of the rider's two dollar bills or the one I pulled out of my billfold. So I went up to the operator's cabin to obtain a warning sticker.
As I selected an "Out of Order" sticker sign, the driver advised, "Don't put it on you."