BOO to stupid streetcar drivers!!

On our way downtown today for brunch, Esther, Maggie and I came across the most retarded streetcar driver ever. I hate his guts so much. Like what the hell?? We had no idea how to get to the place where we were going to lunch so we asked the driver nicely to call out when the streetcar gets to the intersection that we wanted. He tells us that the streetcar doesn't go there and then gives us some crazy non-understandable instructions which involved switching streetcars. So we kindly ask for transfers and he mumbles this crap about how he can't give them to us until we get to Queen St. Ok...don't see why that would matter but if he insists... So at Queen we get off and try to figure out where to catch the right streetcar then suddenly that driver comes lurking from behind and starts snatching the transfers right out of our hands!!!! He says to us "you're not allowed to do what you're doing". What the hell man...we're not allowed to cross a damn street to get to another streetcar?!! OMG... We were shocked speechless and unfortunately were not able to regather our thoughts quickly enough to get that bastard's name and streetcar number. Where is the justice?? =( A nice guy on the streetcar observed all this that happened and sympathized completely agreeing that the driver was being a complete asshole then kindly gave us directions in CLEAR ENGLISH (thank goodness!). Before his freak outburst I actually felt sorry for him. He had the saddest look on his face the whole time and kept mumbling like one who's manically depressed but after this incident I no longer do. The thought that he'll be continuing on with his sad existance almost makes up for not being able to get our revenge.