Transit guilt

I’m a bad person — I hate the brand-new and long-awaited TTC buses, all 800 of them. Hate them. Yes, they run on biofuel and they’re shiny and new and all, but. But. But. They have about five seats, they’re narrow and bumpy, some of the seats have zero legroom, there’s nowhere to stand that’s out of the way, the doors are very hard for my arthritic wrists to open, and they smell like a McDonald’s when I’m stuck following them on my bike.

I should like them. But I just don’t.