|35A to Salmannsdorf|
|Phase 1 of Heart Attack Hill|
Today, I learned what happens when one mocks the 35A to Salmannsdorf.
Following a short, pleasant U-Bahn trip, we approached our nemesis, snickering about the ride and walk ahead. Halfway through our journey, a man wearing a shirt decked out with the stars and stripes of Old Glory, boards the bus and starts speaking to each passenger. "Giffelteushgitte" or something like that, since I don't understand German. By the time he gets to us, I've figured out he is checking tickets.
Important Side Note: Public transportation in Vienna is on the honor system. If caught without a ticket, the fine is 500 Euros. Mike has warned me to always carry my ticket, just in case. This morning, I changed purses. You know where this is headed. Salmannsdorf.
I fumble around my bag looking for a ticket that is not there. Jake gets embarrassed and pretends he does not know me since children ride free. I frantically pull out old tickets (see! I've paid before!), lipstick, iPhone, used tissues, pieces of purse fuzz......I run out of options. Jake is now yelling "C'mon Mom, find your ticket!" Other bus riders stare off into space with exasperated looks. The ticket checker, seeing and hearing our obvious distress, shakes his head and moves on with no further action. I doubt he will ever wear his Old Glory shirt to work again.
With newfound humility and respect, I purchased a return ticket from the bus driver. There is one more day of camp remaining. One more day on the 35A.