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There’s a TTC collector at Runnymede St during rush hour who may possibly have the best job in the world.
Solving crosswords with determination and concentration of a Zen master, he leisurely smiles at passersby with astuteness of a lobotomy patient. Is he an undercover agent? Is he staking out a dangerous criminal? What is his purpose? I was curious – will he notice people walking through? Will he check the fare that comes into the cash box? Not likely. The next person walking in threw her fare in the box and the collector kept on going with the crossword. And it wouldn’t be the first time. The volume at the station is low enough for another turnstile to handle, even during rush hour – where is the key to this mystery?
You know what? I am not going to be bitter about it. I don’t want the poor guy to lose his job or get in trouble – I am going to go with the flow and offer myself as a viable candidate for an incredible opportunity such as this. I’m just going to come out and say it – dear councilor Adam Giambrone, can I apply for a job at TTC? I will beat any collector in a crossword-solving competition, thus proving myself worthy of the best job in the world.
And hey, I will even blog and tweet about it! Island Caretaker will have nothing on me.
Drop me a line!