Scenes from the 501

On Thursday and Friday mornings, I take the TTC to work as Owen has the car at his work. I take the 501 Norville Park streetcar down Lakeshore/Queensway/Queen St. to Yonge and then I walk down Yonge to Adelaide to get to my building. Taking the streetcar automatically puts me in a bad mood. The GO train is a much more civilised form of travel and 40+ minutes on the streetcar seems like an eternity compared to 16 minutes on the GO. There was no shortage of things to piss me off this morning on the 501:

- To the missus standing in front of me. OK, so you don't have a seat. Is it really neccessary for you to lean your big ol' gut into me everytime someone tries to get by you?

- Oh, and 'lady'? How could you possibly smell like salami at 8:15 in the morning?

- To the dude in the front seat by the driver - do you really have to spit your chewed apple out on the floor of the streetcar?

- To anyone with a beverage. When you are finished with said beverage, please do not put the bottle on the floor so it rolls up and down the streetcar everytime we hit a bump in the road. There are garbage cans all over this city - use them.

- To the mother with the stroller - it's rush hour. Do not huff and puff because a) no one helped you on the street car, b) no one gave up their seat for you, c) there is nowhere to park your giant stroller while your 2 year old kid screams its head off. (Readers, I am aware that in 2 short months I will have a stroller. If I have to take the TTC anywhere it will be after 10 am and before 3 pm. This is not my first rodeo.)

- To the yuppie (TM Suz) talking on his cell phone LOUDLY, I get it, you are VERY important.

- To the mentally ill woman mumbling to herself 3 seats over. You did not bother me, you just make me sad. I hope someone is taking care of you.

- To the woman sitting behind me. You touched the back of my head no less than 3 times this morning. I have no idea what you were doing back there but keep your hands to yourself.

Kisses, JC