Metro North Diaries: I Gave You My Ticket Pt. 1

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"Ticket Please"

"Hold on real quick man" I said as I put down my Blackberry Curve.

"Oh I already gave you my ticket, I was sitting a couple cars back"

"Did you?"

"Yes"

"I don't remember seeing you walk up or taking your ticket"

"Oh well I must have give it to someone else"

Truth was, the train I was on prior to getting off at Farfield, didn't stop @ Greens Farms and my father couldn't pick me up so I had to get off @ Fairfield, wait for the next train going to New York and get off two stops later @ Greens Farms. It's a round about way of getting home. But common for anyone that lives in Fairfield County.

A female conductor, that I had never seen before was bitching at me like I was a homeless bum blocking traffic into her store. Truth was, I had 100 dollars in my pocket, I could easily have afforded the 3 dollar and 25 cents or how ever much it was to get from Farfield to Greens Farms, but it was just that, I didn't WANT TO PAY for such a short ride.

So when I go on the train, I made an attempt to avoid the conductor, constantly moving up closer to the front hoping that I could get off the train before she ever reached me. Maybe 1 minute before the train pulls into Greens Farms the conductor approaches me.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to pay for a ticket"

"Well I'm just not going to do that, I explained to you, I already gave my ticket to another conductor"

"I would have taken your ticket, there's no one else on this train"

"Miss, I understand that, but I swear to you, I gave my ticket to a tall man with grey hair, are you calling me a liar? To be honest, you've embarrassed me enough, and this is my stop and I really don't have time to be making up these lies"

I said as I stepped off the train.

"Quit being a smart ass"

I winked at the conductor, reached in my pockets for a cigarette and turned the corner with a big smirk on my face.

Metro North Diaries: My Social Security Number Is...

Read more! I was on Metro North with my father, going into NYC when some dumb lady talking on the phone gave out her
address and social security number. She was talking, extremely loud, and clearly, as if she
was having a conversation with the entire train.

This woman in red, so ignorant to Metro North Train ettiquet.
My Dad was visibly annoyed, not hiding his
frustration, he was fidgety and kept glancing over to shake his head at the lady.

"What an idiot" he said.

All you need to steal someones identity is their social security number, address and name-if that.
She gave out the first two, I think anyone with a personality could get her full name. What a "bimbo"
as my Mother would say.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You really shouldn't give out your social security number like that"

"I knowwww" she said with a smile.

"I'm just so trusting of people"

"You shouldn't be"

She was giggling, as if this was all one big joke to her.

"You're absolutely right" she said with a half smile.

So trusting? JESUS woman-Haven't you heard the ads? What's the statistic? Every 3 seconds someones identity is
stolen-congrats, you might have just become a statistic. Not to mention, I was on my computer the entire time.

I wrote the whole thing down as a matter of fact.

"My address:"

623 Stamford Ave
Stamford CT, 06901

"Social Security Number:"
068 07 7734

I can only wonder what other people were thinking. Times are tough, everyone probably got out their blackberrys
pens or paper and did the same thing I did.

"I didn't say the numbers in order"-sure you didn't, how crafty of you.

Imagine, the conductor comes on the loud speaker.

"WAIT GUYS! SHE DIDN'T SAY THE NUMBERS IN ORDER"

all at once the train would erupt with disappointment, "AWW MAN, SHE DIDN'T SAY THE NUMBERS IN ORDER!"

"068..." My Dad joked, HAHA.

"Keep going, keep going..."

"07"

My Dads pretty good with numbers, he had them correct HAHA!

The whole rest of the ride, the woman in red kept looking over as my Dad sent emails from his blackberry.
I think subconsciously she must have thought we were a bunch of con men, about to laugh our way to endless
supply of credit cards and bank accounts.

To make things even more uncomfotable, for her atleast, my Dad had the bright idea to say.

"Hey let's go on a cruise for X-Mas"