Watching people get escorted off the Select Bus Service buses for not paying their fare is a real joy in my life. Waiting at the bus stop next to someone who’s being written up for not paying her fare is even better, I discovered this morning. The fare inspector had politely led this woman off of the M15 SBS toward Houston Street this morning while I was stuck looking for one going all of the way down to South Ferry. I got to listen in as she pretended to dig through her purse for the receipt she should have grabbed from the fare collection machine at the bus stop wherever she boarded uptown, muttering to herself, “This is the first time I rode this bus.”
I wanted to be like, “Lady, get your story straight.” Either you know how to ride the SBS and you got your receipt, or you’re totally new to this and have no idea what receipt the inspector’s talking about. There is no “this is the first time I’ve ridden this bus, and I didn’t know to get a receipt, but let me comb through my bag in case I happened to pay my fare while sleepwalking and my somnambulic body somehow knew to hold on to it”.
Read the rest here! Please and thank you.
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I’m sure the fare inspectors have heard every excuse imaginable. If it were me, I’d collect them for a book. OK, probably a blog. A book sounds like a lot of work.
Dude. I already clicked on this story FIVE TIMES when you posted it on facebook. What more do you want from me? 10 cents?
Greedy.
Fine. I’ll click again.
Isn’t it just common sense that you have to pay to use public transportation? Guess not.
But… I wouldn’t need a ticket to latch onto the back like one of those suction-cup Garfields, though… right?!
:)