Just before 6pm, I was heading to the Hollywood MAX station to go back
to my home in Vancouver with bike in tow. I assumed, like every MAX
station I've been to, there'd be a ticket machine on the platform.
Getting past the busy fare inspectors, in hopes to find one, all hope
was lost. Being the honest person I am, instead of staying at the end of
the platform, I circled back to continue my search up the stairs. "Can I
see your ID?", the fare inspector demanded
"I'm going to go buy a ticket, can you tell me - "
"I need to see your ID"
After
meeting the coldest person in the world who slapped me with a $175
fine, and left me to my own devices to find the ticket machine after
asking thrice, I headed back upstairs to finish completing my
intentions. Just after selecting a ticket from the options given, you,
looking no older than 23 with gauged ears, snuck up behind me to hand me
a ticket you just bought and never used yourself. I thanked you once
and not enough. I really hope this gets to you somehow, someway.
Restoring Faith in Humanity at the MAX Station
3 comments:
Is that a recent picture of Lane? I hope not...sure doesn't look like he's learned any lessons...better start saving up on the bail money Al..
Nah that's from
The archives
I love that even a picture of Lane bring out the trolls.
I bet you get twice as many hits on any post with a picture of Lane.
He's famous!
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