Dear inflatable dinosaur, where were you going?

You rode the streetcar on Queen Street West in a full inflatable dinosaur costume and sat very carefully between two people who did not look up from their phones. You pressed the stop button with your tiny arm. Nobody commented. I was across the aisle with a tote bag, trying not to cry from laughing. You got off at the next stop with great dignity. I would like to thank you for the commute. I would also like to know where you were going, and who it was for.