Girl next to me is having a discussion on the phone about the morality of older men dating young girls. Seems she is dating an older man and is bitching him out on the phone. Love the false sense of anonymity public transport gives you.
The more I ride the TTC, the more I realize that the working poor don’t count for squat politically at any level of government. Otherwise the poor quality of service on bus routes would have been addressed years ago. After waiting over half an hour for a bus and after three almost empty short turn buses, I am greeted with standing room only bus. The joy’s of the finch 36!
Forgot how shitty the Queen car can be at rush hour. God I miss living downtown!