Good morning...
It's 9.36 am in Amsterdam..sun has not shown yet, but here I am in my office. I just really want to write (and remember) what happenned this morning.

I was getting ready an hour before this, when I remembered: I need to have a bigger bag to carry some books for my Japanese class. So, I moved all my stuff (almost all, apparently) from my tiny bag to a bigger one. Just nearby the metro, I saw some people stamping their tickets. It crossed my mind, "I do not need a ticket. I have a monthly ticket from my office."

no..no..no Laurentia, your ticket is still in your tiny bag...
so, depending on my luck, I stepped into the metro....

and there they were..all of a sudden. Around ten men from GVB. Yep.. how many months I have my ticket with me, and they NEVER check!!

Well..it is my second time to pay 29 euros to them. I started wondering if they are recruited to keep an eye on me.

The story with the first time was more less the same, my sloppiness..
At least this time, instead of being angry to myself, I have to say, it made my day. It is not merely terrible luck. (Since my friends always got away from it). It makes me smile that someone 'up there' keeps reminding me - with all his sense of humour -- not to cheat, not to be sloppy, not even once.

When I ignore it, it will cost me, -- literally.



Still in denial,
Laurentia