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I hate this weather.

Two days ago it was damp and biting cold. The uncomfortable kind that pierces through all   layers. Nothing protects you from this kind of weather. It's not the brisk cold of winter that can be protected by warm clothing — my favorite.

Today is almost 85. What happened to spring? I walk a couple of blocks and feel sweaty and exhausted. I am meeting Susan to see Carousel.

I go to the bus stop, put my metrocard into the machine to pre-pay, and no little white pass pops out. It's supposed to. It's my only proof of payment. And if you're caught without that little white pass there's a $200 fine.

But what are the chances? 

Select Bus Service started in the city 10 years ago and I've only been on a bus ONCE when I was checked. And besides, I am only going four blocks before I have to switch to the subway.

One block into my trip the doors open, and sure enough, two Transit Police Inspectors (or some such title) board the bus, while one guards the door. They are asking everyone to show their white slips of paper to prove they've paid. 

Now I'm getting nervous.

Everyone seems to have their white slips to show. I'm expecting a battle. Why should the inspectors believe me? 

When it's my turn to show my pass I speak with confidence I don't really have. Polite. Not aggressive. 

"The machine I used didn't spit out a proof of payment."

"Where was the machine?"

"79th and First."

"Okay. Thanks. We are aware that it's broken; it's been reported."

NY at its finest! 

I don't really care that it's been broken for months. At least this inspector knew. 

Next time I'll use the machine next to the broken one. Now I know.


Oh and Carousel? Loved It. The music is gorgeous, and the leads incredible. Definitely worthy of its near 3-hour run-time.