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For what I believe to be the only time in about a year, I stepped onto the tram coming home from the city on Saturday morning and put my ticket into the machine. I never do this. For one, any tram I step onto is usually full and for two (umm... there has to be a better way of phrasing that) I'm usually getting on a train afterwards, which absolutely require you to have a ticket. Anyway, no sooner had I done so than a guy stands up and identifies himself as a ticket inspector and he wants to see tickets for everyone on the tram.
This is my cue to pull a Stephen King and believe that there is a god and I have been chosen to lead the world forward under his reign. Thank you, god. You're the man.
This is my cue to pull a Stephen King and believe that there is a god and I have been chosen to lead the world forward under his reign. Thank you, god. You're the man.