The other day I was driving into work and I took a normally quick route which unfortunately was under construction. There’s a joke about Toronto that there are two seasons: Winter and Construction Season. Anyway, they had rerouted all the lanes in order to do some heavy duty repaving. They did a pretty bad job though creating temporary lanes. The two opposing streams of traffic were reduced to a single lane each, and were bunched up together separated only by a line of pilons. The paths were very narrow. There were many times when I thought I’d end up hitting one of the damn pylons. Imagine a bus heading through that gauntlet. I was watching a bus ahead of me dinging every single one of the pylons with its mirror, causing each pylon to teeter off-balance and then spin back into place. I found that strangely funny.
During the progression, I started drifting into thought. I honestly imagined how fun it would be to just go and knock down every single one of those things. I thought of it like a real-life video game of sorts. When I snapped out of the moment, I was saddened to know that such things will just never happen.
I wish I could drive a monster truck…just for the hell of it.
CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH, AND DEMOLISH. MWAHAHAHA!!!
I don’t always have a vehicle. On days when none of them are available I go with my mother to work. She works at a major Toronto hospital as an RN. I have to wake up so bloody early just to go with her. The alternative is to walk along an unpaved shoulder along a busy road, which is totally not fun. I’ve had some close brushes on that thing. Anyway, from the hospital I just end up taking the bus from the hospital and head to my workplace north of the city. In the end, when I arrive it’s still so early that practically no one is around at work.
Why am I mentioning all this? Well, I guess I just feel like complaining about transit. Not about the service itself–which is pretty decent, but about how crowded the bus I have to take is. I mean, with so many people, the bus is warm, and quite smelly. This isn’t counting smelly teens who seem to be on the onset of puberty. A lot of people have interesting BO. It makes me think: I wonder if I smell? I’d like to think I’m not hygienically challenged. However, if something is coming from me, I’d already be used to it, meaning that I wouldn’t notice.
On the bus that I take in particular, it’s often at full capacity. Private space rules are violated constantly. On one day that I found a seat, a fit woman had her belly pressed up against my shoulder. Who am I to complain? Later on, it has a smelly hairy dude. That wasn’t quite as pleasant.
Yikes, I’m rambling.
Ugh. It’s Wednesday. I haven’t really accomplished much of what I’ve set out to do. In all honesty though, I just want to get some proper sleep.
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