As Halloween looms and the prospect of a SEPTA strike grows real-life fangs, it’s hard not to be infuriated. So let’s just run with it. SEPTA is one of the nation’s most expensive ó and somehow, most routinely fucked ó†public transit operations, and yet, its employees generally hate the air you breathe, shit never runs on time and holy God, the smell. And now they’re threatening to cripple the city. The reason? Health care.

The primary stalemate is over health care. SEPTA has insisted that all union workers be required to pay 20 percent of the cost of their health insurance premiums. Union officials are just as insistent that the workers not have to pay, saying they have accepted lower wages and other concessions in lieu of paying more for health care.

To which we say: Dude, you’re a bus driver. You’re going to have to pay a little for health insurance. You want to bitch? Try paying two bucks for the El and getting a Robotnik deathstare when you ask if you can buy a pack of tokens. Oh wait, never mind.
That said, those new trolleys? Totally sweet. I bet they could totally figure out a way to make them driverless.
Inky: Fanfare For The Carless Man

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 at 8:51 am.