Had you ever had the displeasure of abusing the public transportation we have in place, you'd likely also have had an equally dismal experience while frequenting these mass-transport vehicles.
Never one to prove that theory wrong, the TTC welcomed on its bus a young bitch and an older one.
Unlike most the Torontonians I've come across, my mother was nice enough to teach me some basic manners... and if I didn't come across common sense all by my lonesome, I'll credit her with teaching me that as well. Instilled with these manners and sense, I stepped back to allow an old woman to board before me. Not before an old Asian man rushed to the front, nearly stepping on my toes in the process; nor before I'd patiently waited behind another bus polluting my lungs for ten minutes or so with its exhaust.
No.
I'd let her board the bus ahead of me after those two experiences.
But somehow the aforementioned older bitch, decided it would be okay to step in front of me simply because I'd allowed her older racial counterpart to do the same. I didn't have to, I had a clear opening and a guaranteed seat waiting for me had I decided to let the old bag stand there. Pardon my frog.
So this one rushes ahead of me... and a tired smile is worn on my face. I think all my public transportation nightmares for the day are over.
But us riders know, we're lucky if it'll ever be over.
Now it's my turn to board the bus, at least that's what I think. Young bitch ain't havin' it. My first step aboard the bus is matched by hers...and then my second and then she races to one of the few remaining seats and slams her bag down on the seat beside her. Now, I felt like being a bitch by now and so I decided to follow her. The bitch in me disappears when she indicates she's holding the seat for her friend (I was listening to my mp3 player, so I didn't actually hear anything) The smile on my face has been tried for the very last time, I grabbed her hair and smacked her head into the window. Spit on her face and got off the bus.
Or maybe I should have.
Needless to say, the rest of the ride home was eventless.
Fuck the bus.

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