Slow Plow Fantasy

I’m late for work again, and this moron in front of me is taking a leisurely stroll towards the soon-to-be closing subway doors without a care in the world, blocking me from reaching my destination on time, and all I want to do is knock the bastard on his ass and slip through the narrow passage remaining as the entrance to the train slides shut. What the hell is he thinking? He must realize that the doors are about to close. Even if he is deaf and can’t hear the tri-tone warning that is burned into the minds of every single TTC regular, he can at least see that damn blinking light above the passageway. Does he not care that MY day is going to get delayed by three whole minutes due to his lackadaisical sauntering? In my mind I am no longer a dapper Bay Street big swinging dick, but a burly, unwashed, unshaven, chain-smoking snow plow driver barrelling through the crowd of obstacles knocking them astray into neat little piles of time-wasting detritus. I am the embodiment of mass transit efficiency, a Slow Plow. The saviour of every rushed, impatient, self-obsessed, frustrated and unbearable asshole with whom we all share our common space every morning and afternoon in our hurried economic existence.

You are welcome.

-Danny

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Danny DeVito is one of Canada's premier thinkers. He graces the pages of Provocative Penguin with his unique and rare form of genius. His keen eye for talented artists, insight into political affairs, and cunning linguistic skills pale only in comparison to his chiselled good looks. Some say he is a God. Here at Provocative Penguin, we just call him Danny. You can read Danny’s other posts on PP [here]

  • MrWankertoYou

    Wow… I’m glad you don’t drive.

    Good article.

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