Sky train musings...
I haven't been doing as much public blogging lately, partly because there's a lot going on in my head, partly because I'm trying to share a bit less of myself online and partly because I'm working on my nano novel and most of my writing energy goes there now. I don't think I'll finish in November, but I'm loving the process and the story that I'm creating.
This morning, I noticed that the Sky train I happened to be riding was marked "The spirit of Osoyoos", just like a plane or a ship.
I neglected to mention the incident I had on the Sky train last month. While coming home from a shift at the Videotech, I found out that I'd forgotten my wallet and therefore didn't have my transit pass. I decided to chance it and get on the train anyway. Of course, a sky train cop happened to be on board and asked to see my pass. I told him the story, and was completely pleasant with him. He asked me where I'd be getting off the train, and I told him. He told me that I'd have to meet him on the platform, and he'd write me up a ticket.
All I could think was, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," but I got off like a good citizen and gave him the necessary information.
Did you know that Sky train cops ask for an INSANE amount of information when you get stopped for a ticket?
He asked me my middle name and I spelled it out. "It's D.E.R," I said. He paused and look at me.
"It's Chinese," I answered.
I had to tell him my weight, my height, where I was born and my mother's maiden name. These questions just blew my mind. All for a lousy ticket?! Come on now!
Finall he asked, "Nationality?"
I answered, "Eurasian."
He gave me a blank look.
"Er, Caucasian and Chinese," I said.
He wrote that down on the paper. I had to mail in my ticket and may have to go to court along with the pass that I'd left at home. It looks like I probably won't have to pay the $143. The cop was nice enough, but I thought the questioning was WAY over the top. Sheesh.
This morning, I noticed that the Sky train I happened to be riding was marked "The spirit of Osoyoos", just like a plane or a ship.
I neglected to mention the incident I had on the Sky train last month. While coming home from a shift at the Videotech, I found out that I'd forgotten my wallet and therefore didn't have my transit pass. I decided to chance it and get on the train anyway. Of course, a sky train cop happened to be on board and asked to see my pass. I told him the story, and was completely pleasant with him. He asked me where I'd be getting off the train, and I told him. He told me that I'd have to meet him on the platform, and he'd write me up a ticket.
All I could think was, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," but I got off like a good citizen and gave him the necessary information.
Did you know that Sky train cops ask for an INSANE amount of information when you get stopped for a ticket?
He asked me my middle name and I spelled it out. "It's D.E.R," I said. He paused and look at me.
"It's Chinese," I answered.
I had to tell him my weight, my height, where I was born and my mother's maiden name. These questions just blew my mind. All for a lousy ticket?! Come on now!
Finall he asked, "Nationality?"
I answered, "Eurasian."
He gave me a blank look.
"Er, Caucasian and Chinese," I said.
He wrote that down on the paper. I had to mail in my ticket and may have to go to court along with the pass that I'd left at home. It looks like I probably won't have to pay the $143. The cop was nice enough, but I thought the questioning was WAY over the top. Sheesh.