A disgruntled twentysomething waxes poetic on her many travels aboard Tdot's very own public transportation system, the TTC.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Testing Testing 123

Monday, 5:35 pm. Stuck in the tunnel southbound between Rosedale and Bloor. #*FH # YVQNVF ewein vuiw nv. Delays VNSEIO aivoewfnbweobfn southbound rgherdsshhhh spofsempebpnneee….crackle crackle ping crackle crackle…. How about the BOSE surround sound, state of the art, high-definition announcements they’ve outfitted all TTC vehicles with? Every station, every car equipped with the static-free audio of Carnegie Hall. SJDfjfnwuev broveoruneirboneri eoiuvnoeri riruv owi neru. Oh, you don’t say? Thank you for that valuable information. Thank you for making me think I had to remove my ear buds and break the sound, safety bubble to learn the potentially life saving directions you were about to bestow. “They said there’s been a mechanical failure.” Says one aging Librarian. “No, no that’s not what they said, they said it was a suicide”. Declares the pimple faced 15 year old. “A suicide bomber?!!!” Frets Lady Birkin bag. No, you’re all wrong, its that family that’s apparently homeless and living inside the tunnel between Pape and Greenwood they’ve crawled all the way across to try to get to Honest Eds – there’s a sale on Maple Leaf cold cuts.

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