For you see, I am forced to use public transport to get to school (presuming that I don't fake an illness) and back home five days a week, 38 weeks a year (approximately). If I could get there by some other form of transport, then I would, but the harsh reality is that I can't. So sad.
Firstly, let me tell you what type of tickets we have over here. They're not punch-in tickets or scratchy tickets, oh no, they're these cards that you get from a machine. They have the expiry date on them and the ticket machine reads the information on a black strip that goes along the card. Now, technology can sometimes founder. In fact,
If you think the tickets are bad enough, wait until you get on the train. I swear, the trains here are poorly maintained. There's always rubbish on the floor, graffiti can be seen everywhere you look, sometimes the seats are slashed, yadda yadda yadda. And that's not the worse part. Sometimes, the floor is wet because they wash them at 7:30 in the morning (the floor in the train carriage is made of linoleum) Hello people! Shouldn't they clean the floors at night or something when no one uses the train?! Sometimes, people with dirty shoes come on the train and they leave their dirty footprints every where. Aghhhhhhh!
Some of the people who travel on public transport are so weird. There are plenty of them. There are drunks (one of the stations on my line has a pub right across the street), guys in cowboy hats (came from the pub), hippies/peace demonstators, religious freaks (one guy gave me a pamphlet to order a book called 'The Secrets of the Bible"; what secrets?), punks (including body piercings and weird hair), gangsters (by gangsters, I mean would-be, wannabe, tryhard "gangstas") and many others that I don't want subjected upon you. Public transport is like a freak show. It seriously is!
However, there is a group of people that I hate the most; ticket inspectors. Yes, that's right, people sad enough to dedicate their lives to finding out who travels without a ticket or not. I always have a ticket on me but they still ask me stupid questions like "how old are you" and "do you have a card that no one cares about". For you see, some ticket inspectors are good; they check your ......
