(I’m at the busiest train station in the state, waiting to get out of the station to grab some lunch whilst I wait for my train. I get stuck behind a man whose train ticket will not allow him to exit through the ticket gates.)
Passenger: “Excuse me, my ticket isn’t working!”
Employee: “Oh, can I see your ticket, please?”
Passenger: “I bought this from a news agency. It’s supposed to work on all trains!”
(The passenger hands the employee a pre-paid bus ticket.)
Employee: “I’m sorry, sir, but this ticket won’t work here. This is not a train ticket.”
Passenger: “But I bought it from a newsagent! It has to work!”
Employee: “I don’t know what else to tell you, mate. This ticket will not work on this service, and you have wasted your money. I can let you through the gate, though, if you’ll just step back to let the gate open.”
Passenger: “This is RIDICULOUS! This ticket is supposed to work! I used my hard-earned money on it! I spent Australian currency on this! Why isn’t it working?!”
(There is now a very long line of irate people waiting for the man to just go through the now open gate. The employee is dumbfounded as to why the man won’t just leave. I lose my temper because I’m hungry and my train is to leave shortly, so I step in.)
Me: “Dude. You bought the wrong ticket. That ticket is a bus ticket. Operative word: BUS. This is a train station.”
Passenger: “I don’t care! I bought it and therefore it should work!”
Me: “Yeah, it will work on a bus, but that brings us back to the original predicament: this is a train station, so your ticket will not work, no matter how much you harass people about it.”
Passenger: “Nobody asked you, you little b****.”
Me: “No, you’re right; nobody asked me. But I’m f****** hungry, and you are holding up a few dozen people. So please shut up, accept the fact that you screwed up, and get out of the way.”
Passenger: “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?”
Me: “I do, and I’d like to fill it with food, so please get the f*** out of my way.”
(The passenger storms off, and I ask the employee if she can keep the gate open for me as I don’t want my ticket to get rejected on the way back through. She lets me through, and I go to get some food and come back. As I come back to the gate, there is a security guard and another employee standing with the first employee. The security guard approaches me with a notepad.)
Security Guard: “Excuse me, miss: I just have a question for you. Are you in any way affiliated with [rail company] as a contractor or employee?”
Me: “No, I’m just trying to get to Woolongong to see a few friends.”
Security Guard: *closes notepad and smiles* “Thanks for that. That guy you told off? He tried to file an official complaint against you. He wouldn’t believe [Employee] when she said you don’t work here.”
Employee: “And thanks for that, by the way. Enjoy your trip to the coast!”
