Carrying on from my previous post. I had forgotten to withdraw from my debit card the day before, which had caused me to be in the current predicament (I figured I would type a smart word that I would never say in real life) I had found myself in. So after wasting time watching the train's doors open and close for what seemed like enough time for me to make enough sandwiches for a small Asian family, I turned to the ticket operator window to see that I could've used my debit card on their EFTPOS machine. The next train wouldn't arrive to the station for another half hour and I was already too late for uni as it was, so I resigned for the day and went home.
The following week, I found myself in the exact same circumstances. 2 minutes left, dashed across the bridge, onto the platform, ran to the automated ticket machine, punched in my destination, then whipped out my wallet only to find that I was, once again, monetarily lacking. Learning from the previous week's mishap, I quickly turned to the ticket operator with my debit card in hand.
Me: "Hi, can I get a return ticket to Central, please."
T.O.: "Yep, that'll be 7 dollars."
Me: "I'll be using EFTPOS"
T.O.: "Sorry, EFTPOS is only 10 dollars minimum."
What I said: "....oh...."
What I should've said: "...oh...can I get a return ticket to Central with large chips, please."
Needless to say, I did not make it to uni that day either (I was not going to waste an extra 3 dollars on a redundant ticket just so I would make it uni, a place where I spend 50 bucks an hour to sleep) . So lesson learned: always drive.
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