I accomplished the impossible

Holy sh*t. Sorry for the language but it is completely accepted here. It is also what the lady standing next to me said as she walked away when seeing the transit officer on our train.

I had the bus system down. I take the 6A to school every morning. Until Monday when I saw a few DIS students from my Kollegium walking away from the bus stop. A women had just walked past and informed them of the bus strike. Luckily, they knew how to get to school on the train right next to us.

Tuesday I left earlier to finish some homework in class so I was on my own. How hard could it be? I manage the NYC public system (like 5 times the size) and DC!

When it was time to switch trains I saw one across the platform and just as I arrived at the station and hopped on. “Does this go to Norreport (basically main station)?” I asked someone; she responded with a no just as the doors closed. Oh well, I will get off at the next stop and go in the other direction- no big deal, I am early anyway.

In Denmark the transit system is by zones; I have a zone 1 and 2 pass. Well I got checked and apparently was on zone 3. I explained that I had got on the train the wrong way. Did he care? Not at all. He pulled out a ticket and asked for my CPR card. Did I have it? No ((see explanation below!)). Next he asked for my address. I don’t carry around my address because look where it got me last time ((below!)); and its pretty hard to memorize when you don’t know the letters. He then asked my if I know my birthday. Of course I do- it’s the same as Suzanne’s! I explained that I take the 6A and the buses are on strike and I had no idea where I was going.

He said with no identification he would have to call the cops; everyone must carry their CPR card. I started to cry a little (right on queue). I pulled out my wallet with my DIS student ID, AU student id and library of congress id card! Well a little bit later I was walking down the stairs to go to another track to get back to Norreport with no $$$$ fine.