To get the full picture of my first day, please read the preamble at Tickets Please

The day arrives. I got to the station about 10 minutes early. I drive to the parking lot. I notice that some spots were numbered spots and others weren’t. Numbered spots should be reserved ones, I thought. So I parked in an unmarked one. Off to the parking meter. There was a small line and I wait for my turn. As I read the instructions at the meter, I realized I had more work to do:

1. The unmarked spots are for the monthly pass holders. I’m supposed to park in one of the numbered spots and use that number to get the ticket.
2. The meter takes only quarters and $1 bills. I have a $5 bill and some 20s. Now what?

I don’t have much time left, the train is almost here. Next train is 30 mins away. I swiftly park my car in the right spot, rush to the ticket office to exchange my $5 bill for singles. I’m now at the back of the line at the meter of course. The young lady in front of me bangs the machine as its not taking her quarters. She knew what she was doing. She was a veteran. I finally got my receipt at nick of the time as the train pulls in to the station. At least the good thing is, it is a very small station, unlike New York Penn Station or Heathrow airport, and, I don’t have to go back to the car to display the receipt in windshield. I can keep it with me. I felt so relieved and thankful. Getting to work the first day was very eventful, as you can see.