What not to do late at night in Gastown

Don’t do this.

So… I arranged a guided tour for my students with the Halloween Ghost Walk in Gastown scheduled for last night. Sadly, pouring rain deterred my otherwise dutiful charges from showing up at their appointed time, leaving me to wander over to the old Canadian Pacific Train Station alone. Stupidly, I’d forgotten to take down the tour operator’s cell number and had no other way of contacting him to let him know the gig was canceled.

As the rain soaked through my worn shoes, my tired feet got me to the arranged rendezvous point a bit early. Now I realized I didn’t know what the tour guide looked like. I had only a first name to go on. Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

“Mark?” I called out hopefully to a few passersby who didn’t look too scary – though I wasn’t really sure what a Ghost Walk operator would look like. The suspects wander off down the darkened, rainy Gastown street with barely a look of condescension for my trouble.

A shady, googly-eyed guy wanders under the archway of Steamworks and lights up a smoke. I try my routine again.

“Mark?”
“Nope. Who’s Mark?”
“Um… my tour guide.”
“You’re looking for a tour? There’s a tourist office around the corner from here. I could show you around, if you need someone to show you… But you’re not really looking for a tour, are you?” he suggests, leering suggestively at me.
“Um, sorry. Bye!” I make a beeline back to the train station.

Bleah. Next time, I’ll make sure I’ve got the number to call it in.

1 Comment so far

  1. Rebecca (unregistered) on October 27th, 2006 @ 9:41 am

    Aw those kinds of nights are fun! What ever did we do before cell phones eh?



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