This time again as usual I immediately spotted the conductor and asked whether I am on the right bus to the bus station. She nodded in confirmation and there I was, sitting on a chair and waiting for her to sell me a ticket. With my trailer bag I must have looked like the absolute tourist arriving from the capital out of season. Without much delay the lady approached me, collected the 1 Lev fee and handed me my ticket, which I immediately forgot about.
Surprisingly, a few stops later, she came back with an awkward smile, and muttered quickly something of the kind: "Oh, sorry, sorry, I think I have made some mistake and given you a wrong ticket, could I have it back please". I reached into my pocket, and as it always happens, could not find the damned ticket. I started a quick search for it into my hand bag and other pockets, but the woman interrupted: "No worries, no worries, here, take this one" - and handed me a second ticket. Then she walked further down the bus, apparently asking other passengers the same thing.
In this moment I found the original ticket and looked at it. Indeed, it said 0.50 Levs instead of 1. Almost delighted, I thought everyone makes mistakes, but at least this woman seems to care fixing hers. I then noticed a curious difference: the new ticket I had received from her read "City Transport Varna EAD" while the previous one was issued by some different company. Not too much impressed by the difference I waved at her and handed the 'wrong' ticket back to her.
A minute later I understood it all: there was an inspector in the bus. Another woman, uniformed, pleasant looking in her early retirement age, had boarded the bus and was chatting friendly with the driver. The 'conductor', upon return from her mistake-correcting mission, also gave her a friendly smile. The inspector then walked along the bus and checked all passengers' tickets which, just like mine, were now very correct.
I was disappointed, thinking the 'conductor' had actually really tried to cheat me - and not only - with a cheaper ticket. She must be making a couple of Levs a day from absent minded passengers like myself, I thought. It only occurred to me later, that it may not be only the 'conductor' making something for herself. By using its own tickets rather than the ones issued by the municipality the bus company might as well be hiding some of the profit it makes, I speculated. And here was the random check, which of course did not discover anything suspicious after the speedy ticket replacement mission performed by the conductor.
By the time this thoughts passed through my head it was time for me to leave the bus. So I did not actually do anything. But today, weeks later, I found the old
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