Sunday, at 10 AM, I was waiting at the Beaverton Transit Center MAX Station. One of the worst fare inspectors was at the station, and I believed that I would have to deal with him on my trip to Hillsboro.
Things went to put him in a bad mood. A bicycle rider was coasting his bike off the platform. The inspector was going to ticket the guy, but the cyclist just sped out of the station, leaving the inspector in the dust. I could see that he was in a bad mood because "he had been ignored."
The MAX to Gresham showed up, and the inspector got on. At first, I thought it was just to intimidate some people off, but he stayed on. I was shocked. Yet, I believe I have some to terms. Allow me to explain.
One must consider the time. It was Sunday at 10 AM. Most people on a MAX that early are not affluent whites. There are poor whites. Poor hispanics. Working people, who don't have the luxury of a weekend.
Since I work retail, I know that most rich whites don't show up at the store until noon. Even then, most don't take mass transit to get there. On the weekdays, they frequent stops like the Sunset Transit Center because there is a parking garage for their SUV's, but this is the weekend. Those rulse don't apply.
Furthermore, on the trip to work on Saturday, three inspectors got on the train. I asked what they were doing inside of the Milikan Way boundary. They said that they do it all the time. I responded with the statistics of how impossible it would be that I have seen it only once before in a year of riding.
Well, it looks like they're fixing the odds.
However, if you're like a student I met that never buys a pass out of downtown, then remember you have to get off at Sunset Transit Center. They don't investigate there on the weekday.
The inspector in this article is tall and thin. He's white. (aren't they all?) He has black hair and beard. He wears glasses. He's also likely to wear shorts, but he wasn't on this occasion. If you want a funny reaction out of him, then ask him why he's a racist.