Metrocard Telepathy

Approaching the subway turnstiles this morning, I realized that I had pulled the wrong card out of my wallet. Seemingly ready to swipe my debit card through the turnstile, I snickered at my stupidity and pulled out my Metrocard, quickly swiping it through the turnstile.

INSUFFICIENT FARE

Oh. Ohhhhh. I see what I did there.

As I doubled back to buy a new card, I deposited my dead Metrocard in the recycling slot. And while normally I wouldn't pay him much mind, an older gentlemen was there, furiously swiping discarded cards in the hope of finding a leftover fare.

Poor guy. If only he had my gift of unintentional psychic Metrocard reading.

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Dan Dickinson is a 29 year old living in Jersey City, New Jersey. He works at the strange intersection of collaborative technologies, education, software development, and medicine. His passions include finding unexpected paths and connections, music/rhythm video games, interesting food, and backchannels. This has been his primary (vivid) weblog since February of 2000.

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