my blonde moment of the day

I didn't buy a weekly train ticket this week because of the holidays. I figured I won't be using the train enough to make it cost effective. The weekly ticket is just cheaper than four daily passes, and two one ways are cheaper than a daily pass. So, since I'll be going in to work only four days this week, and not at all on the weekend, it's a little cheaper to buy one way tickets or a daily pass (if I plan on using the train more than twice) than the weekly pass.

So I bought a daily pass today. Went to work, nobody checked. Left work and did a little shopping - nobody checked. Got on to go home, and two sbahn cops were there. I'm feeling smug, I have a pass. I sit down and start reading. A couple of stops go buy and they start coming around. A seat away from me, I start looking for my pass. Yesterday's one way, another one way, argh!!!! Where is it???? I KNOW I bought it. Look all through my wallet, the book bag, both front pockets. NOOOO. So the sbahn cop starts writing me a ticket. Damn. WHERE is IT? Okay, one last place, check the BACK pocket. Whew! There it was! HA! He had to tear up his ticket. Na na na na. So what if everybody was staring at me? Posted by Jinglelady at December 31, 2003 12:13 AM | Previous Blog | TrackBack