I’m Not a TTC Skidaddler

Don't forget your ticket when I open up the door-
Kindly make your way along the aisle
I'll drive ya down to work and I'll safely bring ya back
And I'll try to render service with a smile

Last night I decided to stay downtown to check out a Jays’ game and spend the night at my sister’s place in Toronto. The game was not very exciting but the night was rather enjoyable overall. This morning I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the TTC commuters. It was my luck, or so I thought, there was a downtown express bus that operated close to where I was. Sure it was an extra $2.25 but it was faster (not that I am in a big hurry to get to work or anything) and supposedly empty. Nice!

The three of us (my sister, her husband and I) made our way to the bus stop to wait for the bus. My sister, travelling the opposite way, had to connect to the subway to get to work so when her bus arrived, we said our goodbyes and she was off to work. The two of us who remained had another couple minutes until our bus was scheduled to arrive. Five minutes later the bus still had not arrived. Finally, fifteen minutes after the scheduled arrival time, the bus finally made it’s much anticipated appearance. Even though the bus was late it was still quite empty and despite the noise, the ride to work was not too painful and even with the late pickup, I still managed to arrive at work on time.

I think this experience solidifies the fact that public transit is not for me. The GO train has given me nothing but trouble and even the TTC seems to have a grudge against me. Maybe I am just expecting too much when I expect public transit to run on time and I should just be satisfied with the times I actually do get to work (or home) on time.

I'm a TTC Skidaddler yeah sockit to my big red rattler-
Ya sockit to my big red rattler

*Italics are lyrics from Stompin' Tom Connors song I'm A TTC Skiddadler