adventures on the ttc
tonight's only order of business was to relive my '80s childhood. petey and i went to the 7:30 pm screening of transformers (awesome movie, but riddle me this: isn't bumblebee supposed to be a vw beetle?) at the cineplex on queensway. little did i know i was in for more than the feeling of being 5 and wishing i was a boy so i could play with my older brother's optimus prime action figure.
the movie ended at around 10:05 pm, which gave us ample time to walk to the bus stop. at the bus stop were two friends (one who's obviously straight, and the other, totally (closeted) gay and crushing on her friend) who kept playing with each other's hair whilst stroking each other's arms, another girl on the phone who was calling everyone (presumably) on her fucking phone book telling them that she had been piss drunk and suffering a massive hangover and a boy who had the stankiest body odour known to mankind (why this dude is allowed to run loose with that nasty b.o. boggles the mind).
after boarding the westbound train on islington, a batch mate from high school caught my attention. she was with her younger sister (from a batch younger than us) and their dad. normally, i would do my half-smile but not this time. i got the feeling that they both recognized that we all went to the same high school but didn't even budge when i came in. my eyes actually lit up as i entered the train, but after i got the sense that there wouldn't be any reciprocity if i were to make any facial contortion, i didn't bother. what's funny is that it's not like we didn't talk in high school -- we did, and we actually had a few classes throughout those 5 years. i don't understand a person's need to act all stuffy and shit, know what i mean? like, will it hurt for you to half-smile or does it take too much effort so you'd rather act all smug and stuck up? thankfully, kipling station was only a stop away. i got off the train and walked as fast as i could towards the kipling bus to prevent having to make accidental eye-contact with h.s. batch mate.
30 fucking minutes later, the kipling bus came. as petey and i lined up to board the bus, this chick came from behind with the intention to butt in front of us. petey was too quick and too oblivious, so bitch couldn't squeeze in. as soon as i realized what she was trying to do, i sprinted right behind petey to prevent this bitch from cutting me off. i even went as far as blocking her with my left hand, because she was really hell-bent on getting on before me! as i was taking my seat, i muttered "fucking bitch" just loud enough so that she could hear me. she took the seat in front of me and imagine my surprise when she looked back and actually tried to stare me down. like, seriously? did she honestly think that she can intimidate me with that lame tactic? psssh! 10 minutes later and i guess she was still brewing with anger, she looked back and stared for a second time! if i weren't so tired of waiting on the ttc, i would've told off this chick and advised her to get a fucking clue: staring contests only work with scared idiots. after stare-down #2, she got the hint and didn't bother me anymore -- thank god!
i really think i should steer clear from using public transportation. i morph into this crazy war-freak whenever i get on the ttc. either that, or the ttc should rid itself of idiots who use it. i mean, natural order and decorum whilst on public transpo (line-ups and a mandatory shower-before-you-take-the-bus being two of the abso-fucking-lutely essential things) should be added and enforced as a ttc by-law. otherwise, idiots will continue to run around the city and i'm sure nobody wants that shit, right?