On a 6a.m. morning streetcar, empty of passengers, except one,the train stopped at stopped at Bathurst and Queen and opened the doors. The man waiting for the train didn’t get on. Instead, he stood directly in front door the streetcar and stared at the driver. The driver yelled: “What are you doing?” The man stated matter-of-factly: “You’re late… I’m very angry!”

The driver was later heard mumbling…

“What am I? A fucking taxi?

You can’t really make this up.

When people were dying in wars for our freedoms; I’m certain that this is not what they were envisioning with their dying breaths…