The Wednesday is a busy day in the Marisa kingdom. She has to make her way downtown in the afternoon (from the suburbs to Toronto east) for work part 1, then transit to the real downtown core for work part 2, which takes up the entirety of her evening. Normally, after booking it out of the school she helps teach at, she rushes to the corner, juuuust narrowly missing the streetcar. But not yesterday!
Yesterday, I (enough of these third person shenanigans) walked leisurely to the corner, knowing that missing the streetcar was inevitable. As I reached the stop, the light turned green, forcing me to wait...and notice the streetcar about to pass me by. Well, balls. At this point, I could dart across traffic and risk getting hit, or I could just wait another 15 minutes in the chill. Suddenly, the streetcar slowed down in the middle of a green light and the driver motioned me to cross. I bolted against traffic and climbed aboard, thanking the drive and calling him amazing. "My wife calls me that. Sometimes," he smiled.
He didn't have to do that for me. Any disgruntled TTC rider knows you need to be at your stop a few minutes beforehand - and even then, some drivers will just keep going. I've definitely had at least one horrendous encounter with a driver wherein I ended up crying, This time, however, I was grateful; the driver had provided me with a moment of kindness and convenience, two things that are a huge deal on a day when you're feeling unwell. If the TTC is truly overhauling its image, they should use this guy as their poster boy.
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