#Firstworldanarchy
I think it’s lost
Just saw a new TTC train drive by marked ‘out of service’. I’ve got Chinese knock-off electronics that lasted longer
Source: expectdelays.ca
It’s the taxpayers. The taxpayers want…I was elected on subways, they want subways, I was out on Saturday, people want subways. That’s it.
Found this sitting on a seat in the TTC while going home last night. This will be a welcome addition for my walls.
I’m on the Queen Streetcar. That guy with the newspaper. He spent the past 10 minutes reading the adult classifieds in Now magazine. In detail.
The stink of public transit
GO Transit is generally has pretty refined passengers. Generally speaking, they are students or hold office jobs downtown. There are no foreign or unusual smells. Those are left to the chumps that take the TTC.
I finally found out why I never experienced this on the GO. It’s because I travel at a normal time of day. There I am on sitting 5:30 bus in to Toronto and I get overwhelmed by smells. Its as though someone walked into a perfume store and started smashing bottles while shitting their pants.
The brown man next to me smelled like he took a shower in rose scented air freshener. You know. The stuff they use in the gas station washroom. That did nothing to mask the fact that he still reeked of shit.
The old European lady in front of me was bombarding my sinuses with the smell of lavender and a powder keg full of baby powder.
Someone behind me smelled like a litter box.
Stranger still, out of the 40 or so passengers on the bus. I was the only person that appeared to be under the age of 45. I’m 24.
Next time I have to be at work early, I’m driving.
Today, at the bus station
I was standing in line at the GO station this morning. In front of me was, what I assumed to be an old East European or Russian man speaking with an old Asian lady. I was sort of rooting for the old guy. Y’know. Hoping he would get a morning nooner and all.
Turns out, it was an old lady. Somehow, It took me more than 10 minutes of waiting for the bus to notice the frilly bits on her coat. And the purse. And the make-up. And the overuse of perfume. The voice and hairdo were too androgynous for me to tell.
I need some rohypnol to get this image out of my head now.
