Busted!

2 March 2006

On my way to work today, 4 men in uniforms got on the tram and asked to see tickets. I calmly handed my punch strip card in to the one nearest. He was extremly upset by what he saw, pocketed my ticket, pocketed my passport and got off with me at the train station... He proceded to write me a ticket while we stood in the cold, sandwiched by wizzing trams, explaining that though the ticket was numbered 1-10, every two slots were to be used for one trip. How was I to know? I had assumed 10 numbers = 10 rides! It just doesn't make sense if you look at the card and now I have to visit the train station again next week to pay the fine...

Aaaah well, at least they didn't catch me on the days I didn't have a ticket at all! Needless to say, I bought the proper one-week pass for my ride home!

- Tiffany (the busted)