Relic in Waiting

My wallet is overcrowded. It’s my fault, I treat it like the second bedroom of my single bedroom apartment. It’s full of junk. In fact, up until September 1, 2014 nothing inside my wallet was of any real value. But thanks to Opal Card my stash of old train tickets will eventually become collector’s items in the distant, distant future. They’ll be kept in those glass cabinets you see in antique stores. The ones that require a series of rusted minuscule keys to unlock. Keys that can only be turned by weathered and wrinkled hands. Simply asking to view an old train ticket will instantly raise eyebrows and attract muttered whispers of jealousy like… ‘They must have a fair bit of bob’.  

I’m saving this one to put my great great great great great grandson through University. You’ll see. It’ll happen.

Second on The Train

I’ll begin this post by patting myself on the back. No I didn’t reclaim my spot. I was not first on the train today, but I did finish a strong second, nevertheless. I’ll be the first to admit that the man in the pinstriped suit who beat me simply wanted it more. If it wasn’t for my razor sharp reflexes, his swinging suitcase may have completely taken me out of the race, full stop. But no, I held my ground fending off an old woman from brushing ahead and claiming silver. In fact, my fend ended up costing her third place. It was that effective.

I firmly believe you’ve got to have your little victories in life. If being first on the train isn’t one of them, then being first into the elevator should be. BING. Here goes.

Fourth on The Train

Things took a turn for the worse this morning at the train station. Just last week I was bathing in the glory being first on the train. After months of research, I had discovered the exact spot on the platform where the train doors stopped and opened. Today, I was ambushed by a gang of commuters who arrived early and used their brute force to defend a position on the platform, previously owned by me.

I guess they had spent their whole weekend studying my strategic positioning, capitalising on my hard work. You know an average person would just stand back and accept defeat. After all, you can’t always be first on the train. Not me. I will be first on the train again. Stay tuned.