So, I was at the train station the other day, minding my own business, trying to buy a ticket.

 Alright, alright, settle down folks!  You know, the usual stress – the long lines, the confusSo, I was at the train station the other day, minding my own business, trying to buy a ticket.ing schedules, the existential dread of public transportation. And then I see this guy, right? He's got this look on his face like he's just won the lottery, and he's leaning into the ticket booth.

Now, I can't quite make out what he's saying, but the speech bubble clearly says, "...er one PICKET to PITTSBURG please, miss!" PICKET? I'm thinking, is this guy trying to buy a ticket to a protest? Did he get his wires crossed and think he was at a rally for union workers? Maybe he wants to picket the train for being late. I've certainly felt like picketing some trains in my day.

And then I look at the ticket agent. Oh boy. She's got eyes like saucers, like she's just seen a ghost, or maybe she's just seen this guy's bank account. And the way he's holding that money... it's like he's offering her a bribe, not a ticket purchase. I swear, the whole scene looked like something out of a bad B-movie.

But here's the kicker, folks. I'm pretty sure he *meant* to say "ticket." It's just that, you know, sometimes when you're excited, or nervous, or maybe just really, really distracted by... well, by whatever's in that ticket booth, words can get a little jumbled. It's like when I try to order a fancy coffee. I always end up asking for a "caramel macchiato" and it comes out as "caramel catastrophe."

So, next time you're buying a ticket, and you accidentally ask for a "picket," just remember this guy. And maybe, just maybe, you'll get a ticket to Pittsburg, or at least a good story out of it. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week! Try the veal!