I walked out of the office having made too many sarcastic jokes again. I sat down in the train, in time as usual to find a spot. Trains fill up quite easily around six o’clock. I was thinking it had been a while since a conductor had come to check my ticket. The man entering the train 20 minutes later must have thought the same thing. When the conductor arrived, he just tried to explain as best as possible that he had been in a hurry and forgot to date his ticket, one of the deadly sins in train riding. The conductor caught him quite easily asking him if the same had happened on his way here as the man was on his return. Of course, he did not have a proper reply and the conductor gave him an extra highly priced ticket.

More or less, he knew he was wrong and the conductor right. However, he chose to play the game like an Italian soccer player meeting the Netherlands at the European Championships. First, he did his best to get around it, second he demanded empathy and thirdly he issued cold threats.

He let fate take care of him. Eventhough, he had much control of the situation.

Why he couldn’t admit being wrong still baffles me. “Suck it up!” I heard someone say in my head. “Die in the harness.” It is better to admit defeat in honor and dignity than to run away from truth while pointing at others. I think they call the first “a gentleman” and the latter… Not sure.