This may give you an indication as to at least one part of what I am really like.
I went to the grocery store near where I live— not the one I take the bus to. It occurred to me as I went that I would need a bus pass for some place I have to go this weekend, so I made a mental note to get one at the service desk when I got there. So I get to the store and sit down for a second to see how many rides I have left. I open my wallet and looked, and saw that I had already bought one, and hadn’t even used it once yet.
I’m just glad it wasn’t the other way. Ending up at a stop and not having a pass at all— especially if I am stuck somewhere out of the way.
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