If you tell the streetcar driver that you don't have the correct change, if she's nice, she'll give you this little bitsy envelope with the TTC's address on it. That way you can mail in your fare when you have the correct change.
Idunno why but that reminded me of a story where my friend who was a known shit distuber went to McDonalds and sat down beside a stranger who had an obvious growth on their neck.. like a very large mole.
This friend then proceeded to take a chicken Mcnugget and placed the thing on his own neck in the exact spot where the stranger had his mole. So there he was, passivley antagonizing this dude who was sitting right beside him.. it was the funniest shit ever and certainly video worthy.