I keep by my door a pile of TTC tokens. Each morning I grab as many as I think I’ll need that day. On Monday, I forgot to do this. Luckily, I had $2.75 cash fare for the trip to school. On the way home, I got $40 from the bank, bought lunch and stopped at the collector booth to buy 15 more tokens (you can never have too many tokens). Juggling my backpack, drink, and sandwich bag I got the remaining money from my wallet, scooped up the coins and ran to catch my train. Unfortunately, I left my wallet on the counter.
I called the lost articles office. No wallet. This afternoon I physically went the the lost articles office. Definitely no wallet. So I went back to the scene of the crime. Shouting to be heard over the trains and through the glass and presumably non-working speaker, I told the operator that I had forgot my wallet. After asking a number of questions, he revealed that there was indeed a wallet there.
He began to ask me questions. I wrote down my name, address and student number on the back of a business card I had in my backpack. Finally, he opened the bag containing my wallet. One would think he would then verify my identity by the two pieces of photo id or the picture of me and Megan. Instead, the questions began again. How many credit cards? How much cash? Easy stuff. Things I knew. Finally, are there any TTC tokens? I knew this one too. The whole reason I had lost my wallet was because I was out of tokens and had stopped to buy more. No, I replied, there are no tokens. The operator turned the wallet around and in the pocket containing my student ID were two tokens.