I rarely take the local puplic transport, since I rather enjoy a ride with my bike. Yet, sometimes I have to leave great distances behind me, e.g. when I go to my parents, so I take tram and bus while reading the newspaper or watching out of the window - which is great. But today I had to experience again the warm, fuzzy feeling, which comes while being moved through my home town, getting destroyed by inspectors that are paid for asking passengers for their tickets. I made two trips, to and from my parents, and I was asked to show my valid ticket each time - from the same inspector. How can I be angry about it. It’s their job. This is how they feed their families. Oh well, rebel.

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