Tales from the avtobus: Chapter One
So...One morning I had to take the avtobus during rushness...as was expected it was jam packed (I mean literally; I had to force myself on)...now, on certain busses there is a conductor who goes around selling tickets...this bus happened to have a conductor...so she was performing her duty that morning, forcing herself through the sardine can and selling tickets...so I bought my ticket...at the next stop I had to get out to let people off as I was right in front of the door...so when I get back on the conductor squeezed back through and started to ask me about buying a ticket (or something of the sort; I didn't understand all that she said)...so I show her my ticket (which has a date stamp on it)...then I thought I heard her say something about my passport...so I get out my copy of my passport (I don't know what good a passport does when haggling over a bus ticket)...so she stared at it for a while and gave it back and said something which I didn't understand... so she evidently was satisfied...
posted by Jacob Aleksander @ 8:24 AM
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