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Later that evening...

 Well, a six-pack of Sierra Nevada probably kept me from cutting someone….tonight. I feel as if I should explain in it slightly longer terms now that I am at my computer.

I used my ATM card to get my latest monthly MetroCard, but the card simply didn’t work. I got “Please Swipe Again” every time I tried to swipe the card, and I was told by the useless staffers at First Avenue and Bedford Avenue on the L that there was nothing they could do; I would have to mail the MTA to get a new card or a refund.

The punkasses didn’t even have envelopes or new the address where you could “mail” for your refund.

So now, I’m going to have to actually wait for my money back while I essentially float the MTA an interest-free loan. Which I am sure they will use wisely. Perhaps on rat poison that doesn’t work, a busted air-conditioning filter, or to buy the rights to some crap-ass “Poetry In Motion”. Until I get my money back in, like six weeks.

What’s the point of having staff (the same clowns that went on strike a couple of years ago, because they are soooooooooo necessary—if I’m ever they mayor and there’s a transit strike, you better believe I’m going to have the NYPD round up transit workers and throw them in jail like they were opposing my military coup.) if they can’t help you at all with a clearly defective card. How do they have no access to computers in order to correct this problem immediately?

What if I didn’t have another 81 dollars sitting conveniently in the bank? I’d be screwed and that’s that. That makes the MTA transit workers no friend of any kind to their fellow working man, just useless lackeys. Sure, blame your bosses if you want. If you asswipes are so important, step up and take some responsibility. It’s not that hard.

So to sum up, the MTA is currently owing me 91 dollars and needs to make restitution. I’m not openly threatening anyone, because I wouldn’t want to hurt my fellow citizens. But if you are interested in making a permanent enemy, please, by all means, take your time giving me my money back.

As it stands, feel like I would be entitled to jump the turnstiles for every day I have to wait to get my hard-earned money back post-fare hike. I’m sure people who are equally outraged with the coming back-to-back fare hike might think this is a worthy way of protesting money for nothing. Or not. Do you want to chance it? When the phone call comes from this kid tomorrow, you better pick up, MTA.  You owe me 91 dollars, and if I do not get it swiftly and in a timely manner, you’ll get what’s coming to you.