holy shit, I've just had a stressed as fuck day
started off when I realised that I had train ticket I need to pay off in 7 days (or get a fine), My overdraft is at its limit and I wont be payed for a while. So I ended up spriting to the bank in my lunchbreak, transferred some money from my savings account.
All went well until the barclays machine decided to swallow my bank card, rendering me alone with no money, called on a friend for help, he didnt have any money but he did have a block of hash, so we smoked that..
So I decided to try and get back on the train anyway, only to be caught by the ticket inspector, after looking anywhere I could find for change I pleaded with him for abit..
He told me to get off at the next stop, I refused since gateshead around the metrocentre becomes pretty much gangland after 9PM.
He threatened to call the police for abit, then I had the genius idea of just getting off and waiting for the next train. I'd get at least one stop before getting kicked off, and even if it was the last train, I'd rather spend the night on the streets of wylam than gateshead..
Ticket inspector on the second train was obviously pretty new at his job, and didnt realise how far I actually wanted to travel, plus I'd found a piece of paper with my bank details, which I offered in place of the card, eventually he just let ride for nothing, it was damn lucky the previous driver hadnt rung the later trains to warn them about me or something...
jeezuz
started off when I realised that I had train ticket I need to pay off in 7 days (or get a fine), My overdraft is at its limit and I wont be payed for a while. So I ended up spriting to the bank in my lunchbreak, transferred some money from my savings account.
All went well until the barclays machine decided to swallow my bank card, rendering me alone with no money, called on a friend for help, he didnt have any money but he did have a block of hash, so we smoked that..
So I decided to try and get back on the train anyway, only to be caught by the ticket inspector, after looking anywhere I could find for change I pleaded with him for abit..
He told me to get off at the next stop, I refused since gateshead around the metrocentre becomes pretty much gangland after 9PM.
He threatened to call the police for abit, then I had the genius idea of just getting off and waiting for the next train. I'd get at least one stop before getting kicked off, and even if it was the last train, I'd rather spend the night on the streets of wylam than gateshead..
Ticket inspector on the second train was obviously pretty new at his job, and didnt realise how far I actually wanted to travel, plus I'd found a piece of paper with my bank details, which I offered in place of the card, eventually he just let ride for nothing, it was damn lucky the previous driver hadnt rung the later trains to warn them about me or something...
jeezuz
the curiosity is killing me...