by Pedestrian » Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:29 am
After a late-night Sunday movie downtown about a month ago, I decided to take the Dundas streetcar from the corner of Yonge & Dundas along to Dundas West subway station, rather than take the subway (sometimes it's nice to be above-ground). It's 12:40 a.m. as a westbound streetcar approaches. Its sign says "Bathurst". Obviously it was short-turning at Bathurst, but being unaware of any detours on the line, I thought the next streetcar might be going straight through to Dundas West station, in which case I'd wait for the next streetcar. So, from the bottom step, I asked the streetcar driver: "Are all westbound Dundas streetcars short-turning at Bathurst, or just this one?" His answer: "I'm going to Bathurst." Which didn't tell me what I wanted to know. Again I asked the same question. His answer: "YES, I'm going to Bathurst." I still didn't know if ALL streetcars were short-turning, or just HIS. For a third time I asked the same question: "Are all Dundas streetcars short-turning at Bathurst?" His irritated and angry response: "I ALREADY TOLD YOU!" Fed up by that point, I got on his streetcar. As I sat down near the front, I noticed he had ear-buds in his ears and he didn't even HEAR my question. I sat and watched as he didn't respond to other passengers speaking to him. He couldn't hear them because he was too busy catching some tunes. How safe is that? As we travelled west along Dundas, I noticed he seemed really impatient. He honked the horn needlessly at cars that were making right turns (so weren't even in his lane). When we got to Bathurst, the traffic light was red. He put on his turn signal to make a right turn to go north on Bathurst. Despite it being almost 1:00 a.m. by this time, there was a bit of traffic stopped at Bathurst. When the light changed green, the car in the curb lane didn't accelerate right away and the streetcar driver laid on the horn again. Keep in mind we were right next to Toronto Western Hospital at this point and it was 1:00 a.m.! As we turned through the intersection, he was still honking incessantly, even though there were no cars in front of us. I guess he loved honking the horn, and because he was listening to music he had no idea how obnoxiously loud his horn was at that time of the night. As we made our way north on Bathurst, every time a streetcar passed in the opposite direction he honked his horn, I guess as a way of saying "hi" to the drivers in the passing streetcars. He did this all the way from Dundas Street to Bloor Street, past block after block of houses where people were probably fast asleep and who had get up to go to work Monday morning. I guess he couldn't care less. The point is, there was no reason for him to be honking AT ALL... none of the situations warranted a single honk. By the time we pulled into Bathurst station he was packing his bag up. I realized the reason he was so impatient was because he was on his last run of the night and he wanted to go home for the night. Everyone wants to get home at the end of their shift, but he didn't need to disturb the peace to do so. So, I decided to say something to him as I departed the streetcar. In a calm, reasonable voice I said: "You know, if you weren't listening to music, maybe you could hear your customers the first time they ask you a question and they wouldn't have to repeat their question and you wouldn't get irritated. And were you aware that you honked your horn all the way up Bathurst, including through a hospital zone, at 1:00 a.m. for no valid reason?" He blew his lid and yelled at me to "get the fuck off my streetcar". I was really taken aback. I explained to him that my father worked for the TTC (before he retired a decade ago) and that such inconsiderate behaviour and listening to music while driving wouldn't have been tolerated back then. He yelled at me again: "Get off my streetcar! I don't have to take crap from you! Get the fuck off and go home!" Great customer service!! I hadn't raised my voice to him, and I was only pointing out behaviour that compromised public safety because he wasn't able to hear what was going on in his streetcar. He was more interested in listening to tunes and "getting off" honking his horn than treating his customers (and the neighbourhood) in a courteous and safe manner.