Location: MK Station Bus-stop Area
I had missed my usual bus, so I had two options:
1. Take a different bus to the city center and walk the rest of the way.
2. Wait for the next bus which was like half an hour wait.
I settled for option 1 and as the bus (mentioned above) approached, I prepared my fare to get on board. As the bus stopped, a lady who was ahead of me got in and paid her fare. When my turn came, I gave the driver my fare and got my change back, bila tikiti (without a ticket). I was like, not this again. I stood there and demanded that the driver should issue me with a ticket and also mentioned to him that he has done this before and I am not falling for it this time.
All this time, during the ‘stand-off’, the driver kept pressing the machine like it was broken and not issuing tickets. I was like WTF! A couple of minutes ago it was, kwani I have STUPID stamped across my forehead ama what? This where I thank God for my stubbornness……coz I didnt move a muscle until he issued me with a ticket. Guess what? It didnt happen! I asked for my money back and got off. Back the options and 2 was looking attractive at this point.
There was someone ready to board right behind me. As I got off and they paid for their destination…………wait for it…………….the machine was working again! This is one of those rare moments where I swear the only colour I see when I am angry is RED!
So my questions are;
Is this a way for drivers to self-tip?
Was that machine a magic-ticket machine that spews tickets when it feels like or when the driver feels like?
Did I mention that this has happened before?
Bloody punk! After a long day, this was the last thing I needed towards my final ‘home-strait’! AARRGGHHHH!
Note: You know what, I think after this day, I am officially addicted to blogging. I immediately whipped out my note book and wrote this incident so that I remember the details. More incidents/stories later!