The bus bay at Don Mills station is below street level. Buses have to drive down ramps to get into the area to pick up and drop off passengers. Cars are prohibited from entering the area. I’ve seen an occasional wayward car enter and each time a bus driver would start yelling, “you’re not suppose to come in here!” There are also the disgruntled commuters thinking, “man, pay the fare like the rest of us!” Of course, we don’t vocalize it, but we’re all thinking it.
Just the other day I was waiting for the 25D bus that goes north of the city limits. Honestly, they don’t have enough D buses. The regular 25 stops at Steeles Ave, which is the northern limit, and returns back down. Every morning, there’s a whole bunch of people waiting at the 25 loading area, watching 25 after 25 pass by without any sign of a 25D coming. The freezing weather wasn’t helping anyone be patient.
Already in a sour mood, I stared intently at the ramp. All of a sudden, in comes a van which decides to park at the side. At this point, I turned bitter, and in my mind I thought the following:
“That better not be a communist.”
The word I was looking for was “commuter.” Of course, if it was a communist commuter, well it might as well be the end of the world.
As it turns out, it was a TTC driver. He was no commuter. I don’t know though whether he was communist. Even if he was, I wouldn’t hold it against him.
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