Your 'commuting folktale yarns from hell' keep changing as often as Trump has his soiled diapers changed.
First it was all, "Oh they made my commute south to the Gardiner a living hell because they put a bike lane on Palmerston or Augusta or whatever the fuck that street it was. So now my work commute to York Region Court in Newmarket is even more fucked up than it always has been! Woe is me."
Then it was, "I take the streetcar to the new monster courthouse on University Ave and it's all fucked up because of bike lanes."
Then it became, "The bike lanes are making my College St., streetcar commute to work/buy milk/get my shoes cobbled a visage out of Dante's inferno!"
To now, your quoted gem above about walking, joyously walking and skipping to work stopping to sing hello, hello, hello to all the little birdies, chipmunks and puppy dogs along the way.
You walking? Hah, that's rich!