The backwards long weekend

This Good Friday is much less fantoddy than in recent years because it's more like a mild Christmas Day, with white traces in the grass and on the roofs, than anything having to do with spring. Which almost makes yesterday's freezing rain worthwhile.

I woke very cheerful yesterday. The world was flat ice over frozen sleet, so how lucky I had my ice grippers. The wind was freezing dank and cold, so how lucky I had L's wool mittens to wear over my insufficient gloves. I had to take transit, of course, so how lucky I had my misbought metropass. And then I got to the station and a woman was screaming into her cell phone at some poor schmuck on the TTC's helpline, because the bus was late, the bus never comes on time, she has to get to work, when are you going to do something!!!???- which rather soured my mood. Buses may be equipped to go up and down icy hills safely, but other vehicles aren't, and if a bus gets behind a pile-up, yes the bus will be late. (Agreed, it would help if staff could announce when and why buses are late, but given the lamentable quality of the PAS here, it wouldn't help.)
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