Thursday, June 17, 2004

Rabbits and sheep.

The rabbits were hoping around near the tracks. Probably not an unusual sight for the suburban metro station, but still nice. Better than rats.

On my way out, the woman in charge of the station was barking orders to a group of young Hispanics trying to figure out how much they had to pay for their trip. I approach the turnstile with the confidence of an old regular in a neighborhood bar but my ticket too get rejected for insufficient fund. I too have to go to the machine, in line behind a woman and her young boy.
The station chief is still barking and I hear myself answering to her shouts that the subway administration is ripping us off and that it is a disgrace. She switches her focus from the young guys to me. Telling me to go and complain downtown if I'm not happy. That this is the rule and that's all there is to it.
I know I won't complain downtown. She knows it too...


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