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“I used to be a big supporter of the streetcar until I started riding it every day,” said Steve Tartaglia, who regularly rides the streetcar from Liberty Village to King and Adelaide.

He called his commute an “absolute circus.”

During one notable trip, the streetcar he was riding hit a garbage truck. During another, a man smoked in the back of the car, arguing he was allowed to because he held his cigarette out the window. The worst trip ended in injury when the driver of an over-capacity car slammed on the brakes, leaving our reader arriving at work with scratches on his face, and a woman screaming after a man dumped hot coffee on her.

Others told stories about rude drivers, overcrowding, frequent short turns, breakdowns, blockages, bunching and extra-long wait times.

Alison McCordick wrote that last Saturday she decided to head to The Beaches. She walked from Queens Quay and Spadina to Queen Street, where she caught a streetcar heading east. After a “scenic jaunt of a detour,” a short-turn and a forced walk from Kingston Road to MacLean Avenue, she finally arrived at her destination.

“All in all it took two hours to get there – longer than it had to get to my cottage in Muskoka the previous weekend, and I hadn’t even left the city,” Ms. McCordick wrote.

Molly McGlynn, who describes herself on Twitter as a writer and filmmaker, had a story to rival Mr. Vigneault’s diaper story. Someone threw up on her on the 501 streetcar.

“[E]veryone just stared at me blankly. [I] had to beg for napkin,” she tweeted using the hashtag #streetcarnage.