Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Four - Rocketeer

I don't drive. At all. I have no shred of a driver's license. I briefly held a beginners/learning permit when I was almost 19 years old and I wanted a solid form of identification while legally drinking. Now I'm old and I think I look old enough to drink - although I was recently carded @ my local pub...so yeah - apparently I've still got that youthful glow about me. I'm kinda proud of the fact that I've managed to make it through 29 years without having my license even though absolutely EVERYONE I know stresses to me how important it is for me to get it. I like to pretend I'm some great environmentalist or something [mostly it's just laziness and this should come as a shock to no one]. And with my lack of a steady gig and also taxi fares on the rise in Toronto I am @ the mercy of the TTC. I mentioned yesterday that I had a bad incident on the TTC yesterday after a few really stressful days...but I didn't completely lose it [this should come as a shock to you].

Today I did something to fight back - I wrote a strongly worded email of complaint to the TTC. Although I've had numerous bad, bad times on the TTC [pretty much everyday to be honest] I have never bothered to officially complain as I highly suspect that it does nothing. The thing I am most proud of is that I refrained from swearing [I do have the mouth of a longshoreman, but I am aiming to reduce cursing by 40% in this house], although I believe that there was some sarcasm [though I think that will be lost on any TTC employee, particularly those who may be fielding the complaints]. It didn't really make me feel any better to complain in the formal way and I'm sure it will do nothing - the driver will probably get some sort of commendation for speeding up service by slamming the doors in our face. Gosh I just love unions.

[ps - the cotton candy photo has been added!]