One time in Ireland I had a disability bus pass that somebody had given to me.
Actually, it's a little bit of a longer story.
"Dustin" had loaned me a pass for the purpose of a trip to Dublin in 2006 and I got it taken from me. (The lady at the train station told me that Dustin was in a lot of trouble, but he wasn't.) He ordered a replacement, and received it. I was experiencing panic attacks at that time in my life, and that was a bad one, Kim at Dublin Station and me worried about getting hauled off to gaol.
And then he moved house, misplacing the replacement between some documents and books, as it turned up a few months later. Those months later, he'd had to request another replacement and then he had two travel passes. He gave one of them to me.I held it for a couple of years, afraid to use it.
When I moved to Cork, I needed to make some trips back to Kilkenny. I decided to go ahead. On the third attempt, I got caught and put off the bus in Ninemilehouse.