After a particularly boring day at work, I was dreading the hour long walk home, so I thought that going to Greg's for some ice cream would make the walk a little bit more bearable. Boy did it ever. Not only did I get some roasted marshmallow and ginger ice cream, but I also started walking down Spadina (instead of taking all of these random small streets) which conveniently had a bazillion streetcars running.
Strike = OVER!!!
And, I love Toronto for so many reasons. My ride home consisted of a conversation between three passengers (including myself) and the driver about how wonderful the TTC is and how useless, horrible and ridiculous the union and their cronies are. It may be a generalization, but often union people are wingnuts. I'm glad that there are so many drivers who truly love their job.
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