Minutes after finding my baggage, I was already deep in convorsation with two Taxi drivers. My question, “Roughly how much is it going to cost me to get downtown from the airport”. They argued between eachother for a minute, eventually settling on “around $45.00”. I thanked them for the information and wished them a good day (how very Canadian of me). I prompty B lined it to the Airporter Express, located just a minutes walk from the exit.
This big magnificant yellow bus was waiting for me, hailing me. “Come Corbin, it’s cozy in here. And it’s under half of what you would pay taking a cab. Did I mention there’s leather inside me. And power outlets, along with free wifi.” SOLD! I courtly told the lady in the booth as I handed her a crisp Twenty and a ragged Toonie that looked like it’d been through hell and back. Not a bad deal.
The bus driver graciously took my bag and was happy enough to ask how my mornings been thus far. I informed him swell, despite hating the fact that I’d been up since 3:00am, caught a shuttle in Halifax at 3:50, and waited until 6:15 to board my flight to Toronto. He didn’t need to hear that. Heck, I didn’t want to hear that.
So as I’m writing this, I’m currently chilling out in these wicked spacious seats, jacked in to the internets (yea, it’s plural now), and listening to some sweet 80’s slash 90’s radio station. “I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes”. It did indeed Ace of Base.
Toronto, your Airport express rocks. Good choice on sticking Free Wifi up in this sweet-sweet ride.