The Better Way?
I’ve been all self-congratulatory lately about taking the TTC most of the time, but in truth, the “better way” has been pissing me off a lot lately.
Yesterday I left early so I’d have time to hit the library before class. I took the streetcar to University and the University line was down between Union and Spadina. I had to walk back to Yonge, transfer at Bloor, and transfer again at Spadina, totally killing my extra time. And of course, once I was back on my route the problems on the University line were fixed. I just about lost my mind.
Also driving me crazy lately is the other people. I can usually tune them out, but in the past few days I have been inundated by the TTC folks I hate the most:
Don’t people know not to wear scents when they’re going to be in close quarters with other people? It’s so fucking inconsiderate. It wouldn’t be so bad if they wore good scents, but the strong smellers are usually wearing some Avon shit that makes me gag. Even worse is when the scent is a poor attempt to cover some underlying BO. And no, don’t read this and think I’m pregnant, I always have the nose of a bloodhound.
I’m so easily distracted when I’m trying to read, it drives me crazy when people are pacing back and forth. The other day I was sitting down, reading and the guy next to me wouldn’t stop jumping all over the place. He kept grabbing the pole right next to my face, startling me every time and making me lose my place. To add insult to injury, he kept pressing his buttocks on the plexiglass just inches from my face. I had to move.
I sat down on the streetcar the other day and bumped the seat in front of me. The woman occupying it turned around and glared at me, which I just ignored. A couple of stops later, a guy getting off the car brushed against her—she kicked him and shouted “that’s what you get!” I made a mental note to be careful not to bump her and kept my nose in my book. A few stops later, she turned around and shouted at me, “if you do that one more time I’ll smash your fucking head in!” I quietly changed seats.
However, as irritating as all these folks are, I’m still more tolerant of them than I am of the asshole on the 401 who cuts me off in his SUV while he talks on his cell phone.
Tell me your commuting tales of woe.
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