ready for a row?

so it was a fine tuesday afternoon when my day was so horribly interrupted by some punk-ass'd bus driver. here's how it all played out...

i boarded the public autobus of the fine and dandy TTC at the stop at Victoria Park and Cassandra. as usual, the good 'ol 3:30 was dependably packed with sweaty, sticky, irritated, teenage kids.
"get behind the white line. i can't start the bus until everyone gets behind the line. if you can't fit, get off the bus." the driver said this with his right hand impending my insertion of the ticket (already in my hand) into the conveniently placed slot. thus, being the good, abiding citizen that i am, i started to make my way between my somewhat "built" friend and a large african woman in order to fit.
"why do you do that?" the driver asked, grabbing my arm.
"what? waht am i doing?" i replied, puzzled.
"trying to walk by!" the accusation stung with a resounding silence throughout the bus.
"what the -?! fine. here," i said as i deposited my fare. "transfer."
he handed me a transfer as he added, "that's dishonest, man. it's stealing. why would you do something like that? why can't you pay, just like all the other honest people here?"

i, being the wrongly accused, rode out the misplaced shame and that bus with much seething and contempt. i mean seriously. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL. idiotic-pidgeon-stool. i hope he doesn't take his dissatisfaction in his work out on kids like me everyday. incompetent camel-loogie. i should have taken his ID down and filed a complaint to the TTC board to get that ass-clown fired. or better yet, pwn him with my Kage-Bunshin-Katon-1000-Years-of-Pain-No-Jutsu.