If there is one thing I hate it is intermittent faults. Like when sometimes your car won't start and the rest of the time it starts and runs just fine. When you take it to the mechanic there's no symptom - nothing to diagnose. When my 10 ferry trip concession card passed through the red laser beam this morning the portable display unit read 9 trips remaining. "9 left" reinforced the man attached to the portable scanner, beaming. "Impossible I said - it should only have three trips left." I said. "Consider it a bonus." He chimed, filled with the beneficence of those who favour others with other people's money.Clearly the matter was above his pay-grade and, in any case, it was the last run on the route for the morning and his mind was on a well earned cup of tea. I'd like to report that I did indeed think of it as windfall but it just troubled me all day. If the digital scanner could get it so wrong, even apparently in my
It's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow, all in the same room. There's no telling what can happen.