So. Many. TikTok videos.
The unending barrage of grating, trendy music blares beside me. Surely this isn’t how I — or anyone — would choose to start their day.
It’s just after 7 a.m., and my bus seatmate is scrolling through TikTok on his phone. He’s swiping so quickly the music blurs into an incoherent spew. The sound fills the bus — no headphones, just raw speakers echoing through the entire ride.
Welcome to my first trip.
The 3rd World is complaining about Toronto’s 3rd world transit system.
