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When a man in uniform reached my seat, I dug into my pocket, handed him and old ticket and acted umm.... Canadian. "This ticket is expired!" I was paralyzed "Oh, my bad". I turned around and looked out the window hoping I wouldn't get kicked out. Man, my heart skipped a beat. The man mumbled something like 'get a ticket next time' and walked off. Phew. Too bad that was my last train ride in Portland. More or less, that was my day. The unofficial attitude of Portland is 'Come to Portland but don't stay!' These guys understandably don't like Californians.
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