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Rideshare to Toronto, Greyhound to Niagara

So the plan this weekend, was to head over to Toronto for Canadian Music Week with Lorina, just like last year.

A day before we were meant to leave, Lorina suddenly remembered that she was leaving for Toronto Friday morning, not after work. So I can't go anymore.

"Well can't you find a rideshare and meet us there?"

"Yeah, I could."

So I do that, but my couch for the weekend still had not been confirmed by Mr. Alan Parker, so I decide to make the trek all the way to Niagara instead of Toronto.

I meet my rideshare after work, leaving my bicycle locked to a parking meter. I am a little apprehensive about this, but I don't have a choice because my driver is leaving from across town at 4:30.

The car is full with Jenny and Janet who are nice ladies and we chat all the way to Toronto.

When we get there, it is pouring rain and we have to run through it to get to the subway. By the time I make my way to the Greyhound station, I find out that I was 10 minutes late for the 9:30 bus to Niagara.

That makes me a little sad, the next bus comes in 1.5 hours so I lay down, read a few chapters of Lord of the Rings (yeah I'm actually reading that book, don't judge) and before I know it, it's time to get on the bus.

I actually got on Coach Canada this time, which I've never done. I have to say the driver was a lot friendlier than the Greyhound drivers usually are.

The whole way down, this guy across the aisle keeps bugging me. He's been fidgeting and generally looking like he's on some sort of stimulant since he got on the bus.

"That's a good book eh?" He says to me.


"Where are you going?"


"Oh yeah? Me too, are you going to the casino?"


"No? Where are you going then?"

"Visiting my parents."

"Oh that's nice that you have parents, mine are both dead."

"Yep, sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, it's nice to have someone care about you."

.... "Yep."

...... two minutes passes.....

"What's your name?"


"I'm George."

"Hi George."

....another two minutes....

"Do you want to come to the casino with me? We could have a good time."


"OK, I'll stop bugging you now."

.... another two minutes....

"Do you need a light? It's dark in here, you can have mine."

He shifts his light over directing it at me.

"Better? You sure you don't want to come to the casino?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"OK, I'll stop bothering you."

.....two more minutes

"Am I bothering you?"


"OK, I'll stop bothering you."

He goes to sleep and then I switch spots.

By the time I got to Niagara, it was after midnight. My dad picked me up, but I had not packed very well, I was FREEZING COLD.

I had only my small windbreaker and a scarf to keep me warm outside the closed terminal. Dad shows up pretty quickly and I meet mom at home.

I had brought some videos to watch because they had to go back to the video store on Monday, so we watched The Picture of Dorian Gray until 3 a.m.

Phew, long day.

Posted by baixing 17:00 Archived in Canada

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