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Just had the sweetest lady and her son cause me to take a moment's pause... No suck was demonstrated, and I present this testimony free of prejudice, secure in the knowledge that none of you will judge either.
I sold this lady's son a railcard. This is a cool little ticket that in itself gets you nowhere, but over the course of a year grants up to 1/3 off all your other tickets, depending on time etc. This particular one is aimed at students, especially those studying away from home... Makes it cheaper to bring your laundry back to the family home
ANYWAY!
After a few false starts due to the wrong form, lack of suitable ID, etc., we finally completed all the necessary procedures; I issued the ticket, filled in the appropriate numbers on the appropriate forms, & they went on their way - only to come back a little while later, with such a crestfallen look on their faces!
"I'm sorry," she says, "but I can't accept this ticket, can you change it?"
"Well, as you've only just bought it, I should be able to - what did you want instead?"
"Oh no, we'd like the same ticket - just not that number!"
The ticket's issue number? Well, they use 5 digits & roll over... At this point in time, my machine had issued 06666.
It caused me no problem to exchange the ticket, and I'd had a good run of customers meaning the new issue number was sufficiently far removed so as to no longer cause distress; the look of relief on their faces once we'd swapped it over was palpable.
After we'd done that, they moved on: "We'd also like to buy an Oyster card, can you do that?" (note: Oyster is London's public transport version of the near-ubiquitous RFID payment systems.)
"Sure, no problem; I've got them right... {I get them in my hands & look to see which is next to be issued.} Oh. No, you'd better go to another shop."
This time it was their turn to look confused. "Why?"
I couldn't explain it properly, my mind had taken a quick vacation. Instead I just fanned out the entire collection of cards I had available to sell. They ALL had ---666--- in the middle of their issue numbers!
The look of shock on their faces was quickly washed away by the howls of laughter they came out with at this realisation. They thanked me for my time & consideration & headed for the nearest corner shop to see what numbers they had available!
I sold this lady's son a railcard. This is a cool little ticket that in itself gets you nowhere, but over the course of a year grants up to 1/3 off all your other tickets, depending on time etc. This particular one is aimed at students, especially those studying away from home... Makes it cheaper to bring your laundry back to the family home
ANYWAY!
After a few false starts due to the wrong form, lack of suitable ID, etc., we finally completed all the necessary procedures; I issued the ticket, filled in the appropriate numbers on the appropriate forms, & they went on their way - only to come back a little while later, with such a crestfallen look on their faces!
"I'm sorry," she says, "but I can't accept this ticket, can you change it?"
"Well, as you've only just bought it, I should be able to - what did you want instead?""Oh no, we'd like the same ticket - just not that number!"
The ticket's issue number? Well, they use 5 digits & roll over... At this point in time, my machine had issued 06666.
It caused me no problem to exchange the ticket, and I'd had a good run of customers meaning the new issue number was sufficiently far removed so as to no longer cause distress; the look of relief on their faces once we'd swapped it over was palpable.
After we'd done that, they moved on: "We'd also like to buy an Oyster card, can you do that?" (note: Oyster is London's public transport version of the near-ubiquitous RFID payment systems.)
"Sure, no problem; I've got them right... {I get them in my hands & look to see which is next to be issued.} Oh. No, you'd better go to another shop."
This time it was their turn to look confused. "Why?"
I couldn't explain it properly, my mind had taken a quick vacation. Instead I just fanned out the entire collection of cards I had available to sell. They ALL had ---666--- in the middle of their issue numbers!
The look of shock on their faces was quickly washed away by the howls of laughter they came out with at this realisation. They thanked me for my time & consideration & headed for the nearest corner shop to see what numbers they had available!
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When I was a kid, my dad and I had a very long list of these jokes. Thanks for making my day!
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