I was on the last train out of Union at 2:20 AM heading east. It was fully packed with completely drunk people.
One of the amusing bits from the train car I was in, there was this guy who was in the process of following a girl home on the train. So we're rolling east, and as the minutes and km tick away he begins to think about his decision which seemed like a good idea at the time. He's on the last train, rolling east, when he lives in Brantford.
He got off at Whitby. Lol.