On the Road – Parade of Dipshits, Unscheduled Bathroom Breaks, Troubled Souls and More
December 16, 2025
Highlights and lowlights from yesterday’s trek to and from the universe’s center:
1. Waiting nearby for the GO bus at Fairview Mall was a young black DWAM™. Outside. And when he got off at Beamsville, he was still dutifully wearing his dipshit mask while walking back toward Ontario Street.
2. During much of the ride to Burlington, there was a distinct odor of weed behind me.
3. At Grimsby, the driver kept us waiting for several minutes as a young couple took their daughter across the parking lot to the nearby Petro-Canada to use the washroom. That’s right, a busload of Monday morning commuters, not a bunch of weekend day-trippers, were kept waiting and came within an eyelash of missing a connecting express train to Union, which I caught only because it was late, because some kid needed to pee. Look, I’ve been on long bus rides before and I know what it’s like to need to go. But I would never think of asking or expecting a driver, particularly during a weekday rush hour, to wait for me while I ran off to use the toilet. If the call of nature comes, you get off, take care of business and wait for the next bus. As I heard another GO driver say years ago, this is public transit, not a taxi service. Even with a taxi service, the meter would keep running. And yes, this was reported.
3a. While we were kept waiting, the couple left all their belongings on their seats. And when they got back, everything was still there, untouched. Once again, this is not Winnipeg.
4. I instantly knew I didn’t like the artificially perky blonde who boarded at Bronte and took a seat nearby because she was toting a cup from Starbucks.
5. Spotted near the Port Credit station was an SPRM plate. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, that place keeps following me around.
6. DWAMs™ in Union Station . . .
7. Once again, Union also functions as a hostel . . .
8. While waiting for the 510 Spadina streetcar, a 509 Harborfront pulled up with big lights out front and along the side giving the route name and number. Yet the TTC apparently thinks that’s not enough, so they had a portly supervisor on hand who keep shouting, “509 Harborfront!” Gee, thanks.
9. DWAMs™ waiting for and inside the streetcar . . .
10. This place gave me the creeps . . .
11. I didn’t think such things were allowed in Ontario, the salt province . . .
12. DWAMs™ in the subway . . .
13. Yet another DWAM™, this time at Pearson . . .
13a. The DWAM™ is a species that is showing surprising resilience.
14. On my return trip, someone behind me on the bus took a call from Dave and explained that he was headed back to St. Catharines after going two stops too far on the train. “It’s splendiferous,” he said, dripping with sarcasm. “Every step I take, it’s wonderful.”
He then began talking about something going on at work. “Why do we have such a prohibition against that . . . Why don’t we cash the case? . . . What kind of horseshit is that?”
“They’re using us like interchangeable parts,” he said after turning his thoughts to running down “our wonderful socialist health care system.” “I’m on the warpath. Three weeks to grind through the system.”
“Now we have dumb assholes like me trying to navigate through these digital systems. It’s garbage. It doesn’t compute,” he added. “I”m pretty sour right now. What the hell’s the point? Just another blood-sucker going to f--- me through the left ear.”
Dave tried to console him, to no avail.
“It’s going to take more than happy-chappy words to make a difference,” he said before hanging up.
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