Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Some People

This bloke gets on the bus last night, and walks straight down the aisle without dipping his ticket. The driver turned and goes, 'hey, where's your ticket?' Fair question.

The man then angrily shouts, 'I get sick of putting these things in and out, it ruins them!', and swears at the driver, calling him a bunch of harsh and rude words.

I look closely as he pulls out his ticket, to see what kind it is. If it were a weekly travel pass, he would have a vague leg to stand on. But no, it's a travel ten, one that takes a ride off each time you dip it.

He dips it and yells over his shoulder, 'THERE! HAPPY NOW?!!'

Ecstatic.

In all seriousness, how dare this man have to pay to travel? He has paid his money for ten trips, surely this covers a lifetime of bus usage? Surely?

I hear you brother. It really frustrated me when we bought our unit, that the previous owner actually wanted us to give him some money, rather than just showing it to him. The nerve of some people.

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