I woke up with the idea of going out today. I desperately needed some physical activity. I found no one to teach me how to ride a bike. Nobody wanted to play badminton or volleyball with me either, so I decided I’m going to visit my classmate in Boliarovo (a neighbourhood of Haskovo which still keeps its rustic spirit, aroma and looks.)
I took the Number 1 bus which was going right there at the end of the town. I sat down on a free sit of the rickety bus, and prepared a coin of 1 lev to pay my ticket to the conductor. A middle-aged plump doltish woman came to me, and took the coin from my hand. She gave me a ticket in return. I was surprised she charged me 1 lv instead of 0.70 as before. That made me read what was written on the ticket. “1 lev” it said, but something else with the ticket wasn’t all right. It had already been used by somebody else! It was crumpled and dirty. What?! It’s as if she gave me no ticket. She’s cheating her company, and she’s going to take the money for herself. “Should I close my eyes to this?” I asked myself. “No! I’m not the same as two months ago. I’m not going to be shy and let her cheat like this. I’ve got the right to defend my rights. I don’t care how she’s going to look at me. She must be the one to be ashamed.”
“Excuse me. Hasn’t that ticket been used before?” I stopped her when she was passing next to me.
“Oh, erm, wait a minute” she replied stunned, and arrived with a brand new ticket in a while.
On my way back I happened to be on the same bus. This time the conductor came to me took one ticket, then looked at me, passed another one to me and said “Erm, this is the one I prepared for the old lady, but she had a card, and it left. Anyway, I’ll give you a new one.” Then she put the old ticked in the other hand on the stack of obviously already used ones.
