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week of TTC (day one)

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2011.11.14

My backlog of reading is so severe that I'm taking transit this week instead of riding my bike; today the driver was a "ringer".

He'd ring his bell and honk his horn constantly. And not just when he wanted someone out of his way or to scold a car that had passed while the doors were open. I mean: constantly. Hit the accelerator: honk/chime. Brake: honk/chime. Approach a stop: honk/chime. Start up again at a green light: honk/chime. It was maddening. Naturally, he also blasted away whenever a light turned green in front of a car that was stopped in front of him. No matter that that car was behind seven other cars - it was honking time!

Guess you have to keep your hands busy when you're operating two foot pedals.

rand()m quote

On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."

—Denzil Minnan-Wong