Pointless University Stories Part IV
At one point in University, I think while I was working at IBM and going to school part time, Lorilee, Jenn and I decided to go to Montreal for the weekend. We decided to take the train since we didn't have cars, and flying would be more expensive and annoying, plus trains are amusing. VIA Rail offered a student fare to university students, rather than just high school students, which was an added bonus, so we booked our tickets and off we went.
While sitting on the train, the conductor came around to check our tickets, and we all handed them over. He asked me for my student ID, since I was traveling on a student ticket so I dug it out. "Oh, do you need to see our student cards?" Lorilee said, reaching into her bag.
"No," the conductor replied. And then, pointing at each of us in turn, he added.
"I believe she's under 18." Pointing at 24 year old Jenn.
"And I believe you're under 18." His finger turned back to 22 year old Lorilee.
"But I don't believe she's under 18." He waved his thumb in my 21 year old face.
It was a running joke for the rest of weekend, especially when Jenn, who was the oldest amongst us, got carded again at the entrance to the Casino du Montreal by a security guard who read her ID and said, and I quote, "Oh my god, you're older than me."