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trinityvixenSo, tram inspectors have gone incognito. There was the one time they blind-sided Carrie and me, but other than that, they had a set uniform, once you knew what to look for. Cut to last weekend where Amy and I espied two perfectly normal looking blokes putting away inspectors' clipboards and making comments about whom they'd busted (I assume, I didn't actually hear them say anything).
Back to tonight, coming home from karate. At Flinders St. Station, there was a gaggle of tram inspectors with rather noticeable bright orange reflective vests over their heavy dark coats. Two got on one tram before me, and it looked safe to get on the next one as they ignored it. Figured that meant I was safe; odds were on my side that I wasn't going to have any more inspector type problems.
Then two guys got on two stops before I was meant to get off. I dunno what it was, but they set off my radar. Didn't sit together, sat back to back on the tram, not really doing much. But I'd been on edge since I saw the undercover inspectors. I almost got off one stop early to get dinner, but I decided to eat what was in my room (and not waste money/be a glutton). Let me tell you, be a glutton people!!! Gluttony would have saved me A$1.5.
Sure enough, as I get up, one guy flips out his wallet, has gots himself a badge n'shit, and he wants to see my tram ticket. I validated it on my first tram up from karate, but the rule (I only recently discovered this, too) is that--for a short trip ticket--you can only travel on two sections one one tram. To explain, imagine buying a metrocard that allowed you only travel from 116th to 42nd street; all other travel on the 1/9 requires a more expensive ticket. I had been getting away with it because whenever I'd been checked to or from karate, they'd caught me on the tram I validated it on (the first tram of the two tram leg either way). Tonight was the night that ended. I so nearly got away with it tonight, too, because he looked at my ticket, said thanks, then was like "wait a minute..." when he noticed the time on the ticket. For a short trip pass, it stamps the time you validated it (as opposed to the two-hour pass which gives the time it expires). Clearly, since I'd validated it some minutes back, it was overdue. He gave me a warning, explaining what I'd only just learned (I feigned ignorance--NOTE: THIS IS NOT HARD TO DO OUTSIDE OF THE STATES). Then he revalidated. Grrr. Wish I'd gotten off...
Tomorrow (at far too frickin' early), it's off to Sydney! Oh, I guess should pack, find my passport, and uh, maybe locate my passport, neh?
ALSO:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH!!! (She's 21 today!!! If you're in the city and reading this, GET HER DRUNK AND TAKE PICTURES!!!!)
Back to tonight, coming home from karate. At Flinders St. Station, there was a gaggle of tram inspectors with rather noticeable bright orange reflective vests over their heavy dark coats. Two got on one tram before me, and it looked safe to get on the next one as they ignored it. Figured that meant I was safe; odds were on my side that I wasn't going to have any more inspector type problems.
Then two guys got on two stops before I was meant to get off. I dunno what it was, but they set off my radar. Didn't sit together, sat back to back on the tram, not really doing much. But I'd been on edge since I saw the undercover inspectors. I almost got off one stop early to get dinner, but I decided to eat what was in my room (and not waste money/be a glutton). Let me tell you, be a glutton people!!! Gluttony would have saved me A$1.5.
Sure enough, as I get up, one guy flips out his wallet, has gots himself a badge n'shit, and he wants to see my tram ticket. I validated it on my first tram up from karate, but the rule (I only recently discovered this, too) is that--for a short trip ticket--you can only travel on two sections one one tram. To explain, imagine buying a metrocard that allowed you only travel from 116th to 42nd street; all other travel on the 1/9 requires a more expensive ticket. I had been getting away with it because whenever I'd been checked to or from karate, they'd caught me on the tram I validated it on (the first tram of the two tram leg either way). Tonight was the night that ended. I so nearly got away with it tonight, too, because he looked at my ticket, said thanks, then was like "wait a minute..." when he noticed the time on the ticket. For a short trip pass, it stamps the time you validated it (as opposed to the two-hour pass which gives the time it expires). Clearly, since I'd validated it some minutes back, it was overdue. He gave me a warning, explaining what I'd only just learned (I feigned ignorance--NOTE: THIS IS NOT HARD TO DO OUTSIDE OF THE STATES). Then he revalidated. Grrr. Wish I'd gotten off...
Tomorrow (at far too frickin' early), it's off to Sydney! Oh, I guess should pack, find my passport, and uh, maybe locate my passport, neh?
ALSO:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH!!! (She's 21 today!!! If you're in the city and reading this, GET HER DRUNK AND TAKE PICTURES!!!!)
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Date: 2003-10-23 08:25 am (UTC)And happy birthday, Liz! If you check this. :-)
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Date: 2003-10-23 09:36 am (UTC)