New Sheppard Station (August 2001): Liz and I went to check out a few weak spots I'd noticed where they're connecting the old, north-south Yonge subway line to the new, east-west Sheppard subway line. We made our way to the Sheppard (Yonge line) subway platform, and, after waiting for the platform to clear, used a makeshift ladder the construction crew had left lying around to toss ourselves over one of the short construction walls. We then hid underneath a newly-constructed, but walled off, staircase while we plotted our next move.
       As it turned out, our next move was to sit under that stupid staircase for something like 20 minutes while we waited with increasing frustration for all the stupid passengers to shuffle out of our area and leave us in peace. Eventually they did so, or at least enough of them did so that I couldn't be bothered to wait any longer, and I attempted to hoist myself up onto the far side of the staircase we'd been sitting under. I guess I'd temporarily forgotten that I am a weakling, for when I collapsed back to the ground I was kind of surprised that it felt like I'd ripped my chest muscles in half.