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What Goes Through My Mind While I'm Quietly Sitting on the TTC

Scattered Thoughts While on the TTC Subway/Bus/Streetcar

Waiting for the subway. It's funny how the TV monitor screen says 5 minutes but I already see the lights coming through the tunnel. Trying to find a place to sit. Smelly guy. No. Homeless looking person. Uh... Dude who packed his entire life into his luggage bag. I'll just stand. The pole is warm. I wonder how many people didn't wash their hands after peeing. And touched this pole. And then licked their hands. God damn it I just scratched my face, I'm going to be infected with pee germs. Why is that guy staring at me? Is there something on my face? Stare at reflection in dark subway window. Looking good, looking good. Dude, turn down your music, I can hear Destiny's Child from here. New people coming into the train. Avoid eye contact at all costs. I just locked eyes with that girl for more than five seconds. AWKWARD. Put head down. Lift head back up. We made eye contact again. I'll just turn the other way. Bump elbows with the businessman beside me. "Sorry, sir." He grumbles. Peer at his phone. He's playing an advanced level of Candy Crush. Laugh inside head. Why is the train stopping? Is there a battalion of horsemen blockading the subway tunnel? If not, I don't see one damn good reason why this train always stops right here for like 5 minutes. WHY? Exit subway. Scurry. Sudden philosophical realization that I'm just one in a million. Just another insignificant grey blob that joins in with all the other blobs, all blobbing up the escalator cause we are all too blob-like to actually use our legs and walk a couple steps. Wait for the TTC bus. Keep waiting. And waiting. Oh, it's that girl I saw on the subway. Her shoes are nice. But those earrings...girl... Keep waiting. Check Google Maps. Curse it's unreliability. Finally. The bus. OUT OF SERVICE. You, my dear bus driver, are Satan in a blue uniform. Desperation takes over. There is no place like home. 


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