TTC, Yonge and Bloor Station, 9am. People everywhere. Busy. But the goof in the booth doesn’t have a line up which is surprising for a Monday morning and I step forward to purchase a weekly pass. I look into the glass booth to see my ticket collector with his finger wedged up his nose. This was no Seinfeldian<\/a> “scratch”, no this was an unmistaken, prolonged dig into his nasal cavity with his pinky. How refined.<\/p>\n I am sure my face flashed utter disgust. “Uh. Can I get a weekly pass…?” I ask. His tool hand reaches over and grabs a stack of cards. My eyes are fixed at his pinky as my stomach flips. His pinky never touched the cards but I still burped out “Could you… uh… wipe your hand first?”<\/p>\n Apparently I’ve just asked him to do some insurmountable task because his face flashes pure annoyance. I’m tempted to spit on his protective glass and say we’re even.<\/p>\n