The day after I got my driver’s license, my best friend Jenny and I went to Canada’s Baking and Sweets Show. For the first time in my seventeen years, I could finally debate upon whether to take the car or to take the bus.
As much as I wanted to drive, I figured that parking would be a hassle and that taking the GO Bus would be quicker, so I chose the latter.
There is a reason Toronto is clogged with cars and that reason would be that the bus system. It took almost three hours to get to the show center.
(Granted, I got off two stops late and had to walk half an hour backwards, but that’s still two and half hours of my life that I subwaying to the GO Bus terminal, waiting for the bus, and then actually riding it.) If I had taken the highway, I could have gotten to the International Center in forty minutes, give or take.
By the time I finally found Jenny at the show, I was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. We walked around for an hour, bought some kitchen tools, and left. I had bought a roundtrip ticket and therefore wanted to take the bus, but Jenny wanted to take the train, which she claimed was much faster. So she bought a train ticket and we settled down in the train shelter to wait for the train.
Forty minutes later the train still hadn’t come, so we went down to the bus station. It turns out that the train we wanted to take only ran during rush hour and that we had been waiting for a train that would never come. I smiled drily, thinking that a deserted train station was exactly where two young girls should be at night.
Despite the fact that I’d spent more time waiting for the bus than actually at the show, it was a splendid night. Just taking in all the gorgeous cakes, cupcakes, and decorations was enough to satisfy my sweet tooth. (I was a little bit sick and thought it wise not to consume any sweets.) But next year, I’m taking the car.