So I was waiting at Queen St station for the bus and here’s this guy, an absolutely wretched derro if I’ve ever seen one. He’s burping and spitting and constantly complaining about the bus being late. As soon as he gets on the bus, what do you know he suddenly becomes a model citizen who just so happened to forget to bring his wallet and has no money for a ticket. “So sorry driver, sir” he says in a half-mocking, insincere tone. “I take full responsibility but I really need to get home” and of course the spineless driver lets him on. And here I am paying like a chump. “Thank you very much driver, have a good day driver!” he chirps as he skips to the back of the bus, safe in the knowledge that the few dollars he saved can buy him a carton of home brand orange
