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August 2009
I was caught using a free-travel pass meant for a disabled person, and I was put off the bus in a little village called Nine Mile House on the Kilkenny-Tipperary border.
An acquaintance had given me the document a few years earlier. I'd hesitated for several years to use it. That's a statement that sounds different in Ireland than anywhere else.
I noticed the snappily-dressed official standing in the aisle talking to somebody just after we'd left Carrick-on-Suir.
He told me that if I could not give him cash, he was going to call the gards An Garda Siochiana, the Irish police.
The woman in front of me offered to pay. This was after the capped man had gone forward to ask the driver to pull over. I thanked her, said that was very sweet, but that he'd given the chance to get off the bus, and I was going to take it.
The driver pulled over; I got out.
I started walking toward Kilkenny, about 32 kilometers away.
A young well-dressed man in a clean late-model car stopped and gave me a lift. He was, as others, non-judgemental that I'd given it a try.
We passed the bus at Callan and got to Kilkenny city before it.