Thursday, October 11, 2007

Trams-action
















Protocol for Passengers on the Trams

What Should Be Done (or What I Know Now):
Purchase ticket for tram for 30 Santims from the driver. Proceed to automated ticket machine. Insert ticket for stamp. Sit and enjoy the ride.


What I Did:
Purchased ticket for tram from the driver for 30 Santims. Sat and prepared to enjoy the ride.


What Sometimes Happens:
An official walks around the tram car to verify that each rider's ticket has been stamped.


What Happened:
An official walked around the tram to make sure that each rider's ticket had been stamped. There were seven riders on the tram. My ticket was unstamped.


What Was Said:
This becomes nebulous. I understood nothing spoken. I only understood the book that the official extracted from his back pocket, in which he impassively began to write. Further exchange of words became futile.


What I Received:
A citation... twenty times the size of the tram ticket.


What It Says:
I don't know.


What I Had To Do:
Sign my name and pay two Lats... six times the price of the original ticket.


What I Felt:
Dumbfounded and bamboozled.


What I Do Now:
Stamp my tram ticket immediately.


Yours,
AA Nr. 038557


Note to Readers (especially my mother): While the incident depicted above is completely accurate and truthful, the photographs were recreated purely for effect using the criminal's own Kodak digital camera in the comfort of his home. The ankle bracelets strictly prohibit further travel.

3 comments:

ken said...

Tim...
It's ironic how when we get away from home, we begin to show our true self.

ken said...

And another blow but it must be passed on:
According to today's TIME magazine, "7.4, weight in tons of a Guinness-breaking vegetable salad made in Pulpi, Spain; the previous record was a 3.6-ton potato salad made in Latvia in 2002."
Just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse. Frankly, I think this is a sign.
kb

Tim said...

I think I sampled a portion of that potato salad in yesterday's school lunch, Ken...