After work, I approached the light rail train ticket kiosk, ten-dollar bill in hand. The damn thing gives change up to $20's, but it's always in those 'Sack-O-shit-gawea' dollar coins, that fail to circulate, every year. None the less, I had to take public transportation home, and fed the machine, my money.
You get the paper ticket first, and the paux-gold coins fall next: clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink...
Wait, for it...
Wait...
?
Where's the rest of it? A one way pass is $2, and these were only six ducats, dammit! [Jingle, check again] Nope, only six bucks in my palm, I'd been robbed; this was highway train robbery! I should know: my Mexican Bandito Great-Grandpapa had perfected the sport!
Now, you bet your ass, I called the customer service number on the booth and reported the discrepency; two bucks is a lot of money to me.
I'd been so poor lately this past month, I'd been sneaking onboard a few times or so for FREE; that is without paying the fare. ...AND that's taking quite a risk, these days, as San Ho is so strapped, they don't cut you a break. It's do the crime, and pay the fine -to the tune of ~$200-! ...and they want to catch you for the Ka-ching! More money in the kitty!
The other day, I boarded the train; stowed my bike, and had an inspector shove old folks, wheelchairs and small children outta they way, so they could ask me for my ticket. Fortunately, at that time, I had paid my way and had the stub to prove it. ~whew~
So, the next day, while I'm acting all indignant, and complaining to anyone within ear-shot, about my predicament, my co-worker pipes up with the obvious,
'Serves you right!'
They're getting you back for all the rides, you stole.
Ah shit, karma bit me in the ass; didn't it? I'm lucky to be charged only $2 bucks more, and not $200; thX KarMA kINGS! You rock, your majesties!
No really, thX!




