Wednesday, April 12
Don't try to sneak on public transportation. Or I'll laugh at you.
I think I'm growing old. I'm 23 years-old and I'm turning into a fucking grandpa.
For example: I rode the N Judah train to work today. Because the N is a subway car that, in the outer sections of the city, travels aboveground, it's difficult to make sure everyone pays to board; people can just walk to one of the rear cars, press a button, and hop on. Well today there were, as I'm sure there are everyday, more than a few people who did just that--people who got on without paying--people who got on illegally. But today, unlike everyday, there were two officials checking passes. And as one of the ladies was explaining that instead of a getting a citation she could just pay the $1.50 fare now, I found myself cheering for the wrong team. I found myself cheering for The Man.
"Don't buy it, officer!" I wanted to shout. "That's no excuse! Lock 'er up! Throw 'way the key!" I wanted blood.
The officer explained to the woman what she could have done to avoid the citation, a fair move, and then issued the $150 fine. There was no mercy in Solomon's court today; he also made her pay the $1.50 fare. I watched in silence and a little voice inside of me jumped up and down and went "YES!"
I looked at my reflection in the window and saw a necktied, collar-shirted clone looking back at me. I smiled at the irony.
at 6:53 PM