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I screwed up my timing somewhat yesterday such that I was left with just enough time to get to the commuter rail station in order to make it into town on time to meet Johnathan Vail. The catch was that I had all of 60¢ in my pocket, and the train fare is €1.70. So I rummaged in the change bin and came up with the difference in 5¢ pieces.
At the station, I put down my money. The ticket guy, of my own age or younger, looked at it, looked at me, and said, "what's that?" "1.70", I said. He then went off on a hissy fit about the sign over the counter which said something along the lines of maximum of 20 coins per transaction; I counted out and said I had 24, and I had no other cash on me, and I was going into town so I could get hold of more cash (a little white lie, but). Guy had a real inferiority complex to go with his little hitler complex; he made some random noise about me laughing at him as I was putting down my money. Boy, was I laughing at him in my head. But I ate crow, and said, no, I was laughing at myself for not having any other change.
"are you sure?" he asked.
Moron.
"Yes", I said, ignoring all the possible replies my brane was feeding me. At this point a queue had built up, so he made a big show of counting the coins (hey shit-for-brains, I already counted them in front of you while you were busy swinging your dick around) and then gave me my ticket.
As it turns out, Johnathan's bus was late so I could probably have taken the time to get money from a cash machine, but then I'm sure Jerkoid would have complained about taking large-denomination notes. If I hadn't been on a pressing schedule, I'd have taken a little time to ridicule his petty little assholery.
Pfft. Fucking JERK.
At the station, I put down my money. The ticket guy, of my own age or younger, looked at it, looked at me, and said, "what's that?" "1.70", I said. He then went off on a hissy fit about the sign over the counter which said something along the lines of maximum of 20 coins per transaction; I counted out and said I had 24, and I had no other cash on me, and I was going into town so I could get hold of more cash (a little white lie, but). Guy had a real inferiority complex to go with his little hitler complex; he made some random noise about me laughing at him as I was putting down my money. Boy, was I laughing at him in my head. But I ate crow, and said, no, I was laughing at myself for not having any other change.
"are you sure?" he asked.
Moron.
"Yes", I said, ignoring all the possible replies my brane was feeding me. At this point a queue had built up, so he made a big show of counting the coins (hey shit-for-brains, I already counted them in front of you while you were busy swinging your dick around) and then gave me my ticket.
As it turns out, Johnathan's bus was late so I could probably have taken the time to get money from a cash machine, but then I'm sure Jerkoid would have complained about taking large-denomination notes. If I hadn't been on a pressing schedule, I'd have taken a little time to ridicule his petty little assholery.
Pfft. Fucking JERK.
