I was standing at the SEPTA ticket counter on Wednesday evening buying a ticket for the R6 to Conshohocken. A 20-something year old man in a black jacket, baseball cap and carrying a backpack and laptop bag rushed up to the ticket agent next to me. He shoved a wad of dollar bills under the window and said, out-of-breath and panicked, “one ticket to Mt. Airy and hurry up.” As soon as he said the last two words, 3 sets of eyes turned to him and 3 jaws dropped. The ticket clerk shook her head in indignation as if to silently say “oh no you di’n’t.” I turned to him and said: “seriously? You’re going to tell the ticket clerk to ‘hurry up’ and you think that will help you get your ticket faster?” The ticket clerk in turn said: “who do you think you’re talkin’ to?” The traveler/customer turned to me and said “who asked you, anyway?” He proceeded to apologize to the clerk and explain that he was late to his train. Grabbing his ticket from the clerk, he scurried off to the platform and the three of us exchanged looks of amazement.