It was bound to happen - the TTC rant!

Lookee! The blog has links now! That only took me an hour to get formatted correctly! As you can imagine, I know nothing about http, so this was entirely trial-and-error. I think the whole page looks a bit neater and more accessible now.

And now for the meat of today's blog - THE TTC RANT! For those of you unfamiliar with the paragon of Urban Sprawl that is Toronto, TTC stands for Toronto Transit Corporation. This is the body responsible for running/maintaining the vast network of streetcars, subway cars and buses that moves commuters across the city. As any of those benighted commuters will tell you, however, the system hardly runs smoothly; late buses, surly drivers, not to mention your fellow passengers all make sure your ride is not pleasant.

• It's bad enough the buses on my street run every twenty minutes - and even worse that the buses are often late. The situation is bearable in the summer, but in wintertime? Waiting for upwards of 20 minutes in subzero weather at Station X for my bus to come along is practically a regular feature of my winter commute! And people wonder why my attendance record is so spotty.



• So you've got to take two buses to get to your destination, and the second one only runs every twenty minutes. As you get off the first bus, you notice that the second bus you need to take is waiting at the bus-stop on the other side of the street. You wave madly to the driver, hoping against hope that he'll see you and hold the bus, cause God knows you've been late for school too many times this month. The driver sees you. You're quite a sight - after all, the only people who generally wave the way you're waving right now are shipwreck survivors who've been wrecked on an uninhabited island for months and who've sighted a ship on the far horizon. The driver sees you, gesticulating mess that you are. The two of you make eye contact. You assume this means he understands the situation, and empathizes. You assume wrong. As you dash madly across the street, dodging errant cyclists and left-turning traffic, the driver calmly, dispassionately drives away, leaving you red-faced with both embarrassment and anger.



• My Fellow Commuters: You may be under the impression that it is companiable of you to keep people company on the subway. It may be your opinion that sitting immediately next to someone, when there are plenty of other spaces on the bus, makes that someone feel special. Well, you thought wrong! I can go without the immeasurable joy of elbows digging into my side, and I prefer my personal space uninvaded, thanks a lot. Next time you get into a TTC vehicle, and you see a tall, frazzled looking girl with an empty seat next to her - look around, and see if you can't find someplace emptier to sit. Your life, and karma, will be the better for it, i swear.

Wow, i really needed to get that out of my system, huh?

On to other, less stressful topics. Watched Gayab over the weekend, and have reached the conclusion that Tushar Kapoor lacks any of the following - good looks, acting ability, charisma. All the muscles in the world (and the guy appears to be pretty built!) can't help him now.

Masala! Mehndi! Masti! is going on at the Harbourfront Centre from August 4th to the 8th. Last year, I only went on the last day and missed some of the good stuff, so this year, I'm planning on going twice! If anyone wants to go this Friday, let me know, and we'll meet up. C'mon, you'll get delicious Indian food!

and now I'm off. ranting really takes it out of you! Good thing we have Chapman's Peach Frozen Yoghurt sitting in the fridge, na?

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