When you’ll spot a person reaching the metro station in haste, but can’t immediately rush off to the platform is because of a sole culprit- metro card.
She stops to look for it; pulls out diamonds, hurricanes, bridges, trucks from her bag, in the middle of the station, but nope, the metro card is nowhere to be found.
During its genesis, metro card must have been like, hmph! I just can’t be used for tapping the payment gates, and get recharged. I want to have an impact. I need to make my presence felt.
So it decided to be that eraser or that piece of stationery or the thing that you find when you least expect it and never find when you need it.
I mean come on, metro card, you carry money in you, can you possibly think of yourself unimportant?
Every time you go missing I let go of a 10% travel discount. So much for an impact!
Like last Friday, while coming back home, I couldn’t find the metro card. And on Saturday, when I cleaned the bag , there it was, the devil thing, smirking at me.
I was glad I found it.
Come Monday morning, you could have spotted this one person trying to balance herself on the auto, driving through a rocky-patchy road and pulling pumpkins out of her bag, but the devil was nowhere to be found.
She had to buy the token.
