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I am writing this letter in response
to the ‘Old Winter and Transit”
article published in the last OP
(November 23). Like Ian
McAllister I am beyond compre-
hending the utter stupidity and
rudeness of BC transit employees.
First of all, the reliability of their
schedule is so bad it makes BC
Ferries look like a gift from God.
Last Monday was the worst. It was
the day when we had an early
morning snowfall that no one
seemed to expect. (Hello people,
it’s bloody well winter!) I live in
Coquitlam and it takes one bus to
get to Lougheed Mall and another
to New West. I walked to my bus
stop that day thinking all was well
because I’m actually ten minutes
early for a change. I’m confronted
by the sight of four elderly womén
huddled together and shi ring.

 

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Douglas College
Room 1020
700 Royal Avenue
New Westminster, BC
either direction. This i
pisses me off consideri
cold I already am, being
tively healthy twenty-year-
how cold these four fossils mus
by now. It seems the busses
couldn’t make it up the hill, which
strikes me as a huge crock of dung

as I’ve been seeing Honda Civics
and Fireflies tackle the roads with
no problems. (It was only about
five centimetres of the white stuff
for Chrissake, not five feet!) To
make matters worse, I had a group
presentation in an hour and for this
reason couldn’t resign myself to a
blissful day of watching talkshow
guests hurling insults at one
another. So I began to WALK to
the mall. This took me 45 minutes
in the cold, wet snow. By the time
I reached the mall, I was a deathly

 

 

 

 

jour) - Michael Pii

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shade of blue and soaked from the
hips down; this being the result of
being splashed by drivers who I
know were busting a gut as they
drove by. To top it all off, my bus
driver was so crabby it took all the
self-control I had not to rip the
“next stop” cable from the wall,
wrap it around his thick neck, and
then kick the crap out of him. Am I
bitter, you may ask? Oh you I am.
[sic] As far as I’m concerned the
“award-winning” BC Transit
System can kiss my sweet ass. It’s
payback time.

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tra-marital affairs. I use this
ord as lack of a better word as I

é neither party was married.
ebel made a clear point of how
her lover was in a serious relation-
ship, though, when she mentioned
her lover’s girlfriend’s plans to
move in. I am also disappointed
because I thought that women had
come much further than this lately,
especially female Douglas College
students.

I am also troubled with Jezebel’s
opinion of men. I am engaged to
be married and fully trust my
fiancee. I am not blind in my
relationship and the communica-

 

_ tion line between us is open. I

think Jezebel’s opinion of men and
relationships is unrealistic. I do not
deny that some men are “pigs” but
indeed, so are some women.

   
 
 
 
  
  
  

I feel Jezebel’s action on her
opinion is not fair. It is not right to
punish her lover’s girlfriend
because of her own mistrust of
men. Maybe she will realize that
later on in life, when she’s matured
and married and the tables are
turned on her.

Contemplating continuing to
read the OP, Monica Lonefurs.

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peri a drunken waitress chose to
wrap her arm around me and smirk
at my girlfriend while asking me if
I wanted a drink. My girlfriend,
who was holding my hand at the
time, was not impressed. When the
waitress returned with my drink,
she stroked my arm and requested
my “undying love” in payment for

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it. I asked her not to touch me
again, as it was upsetting my
girlfriend. She laughed and walked]
away. Twenty minutes later, the
waitress had her hands on me
again. We headed to the bar and
demanded to speak to the manager.
The waitress, while walking past
us, shoved my girlfriend in the
back. That was unfortunate for her,
because she then immediately
walked straight into the back of a
eee: and ake the drinks on

suddéiily appeared and escorted us
ut, I asked if I could have a few
words with him, and he indulged
me. I explained what happened,
and, he proved his mental ability
and positive attitude with scowls
and a request that we pay for the
drinks that the waitress had spilled.
Concluding that this glorified
bouncer (who reminded me of
‘Moose’ from the Archie comic)
was determined to disagree with
us, we left. My new friend from
Calgary remarked “Man, some
people out here act like f
Americans.”

 

 

 
  

Tim Staunton!

   

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2 January 6 1997 The Other Press