Legend has it that there’s a blue man haunting the trams and buses in Romania.

Nobody’s ever seen him. Or felt his rage.

We, Romanians, never dare to talk about him. (They say that’s when he comes…)

But one day…


I was in a different city for the weekend to visit my boyfriend.

Usually, he picks me up from the train station in his car. 

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁.

So I had to take the bus to his place.

𝘗𝘧𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩. 𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘦, I thought.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘴.

But even with 2021 tech in my left pocket, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where to get a ticket.

Plus, the bus was coming in less than 2 minutes…

And If I’d missed it, I would have had to wait 30 minutes for the next one.

So I did what anyone would have done in my situation.

𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲. 🤦🤦🤦

“Yes, dear. I’ve seen youngsters like you do the thing with the phone.”

Do the thing. With the phone. That’s PERFECT.

The bus arrives, and the doors close behind me as I try to locate the card reader.

I tap my phone and I wait. Except…


I tap it again. And again. And once more. Still nothing.


Suddenly, I remember asking my mom about ticket collectors. Because I had never seen one, I didn’t know how to recognize them. 

She told me they’re usually dressed in blue.

I look to my right instinctively. And for the first time ever, there he is…


He looks straight into my eyes. *gulp*

And he starts making his way towards me, pushing people around. 

But before I manage to mutter anything, he goes:

“I’m blue da ba dee da ba dae, da ba dee da ba dae…”

Lol, just kidding.

He actually asked for my ticket, which I DIDN’T HAVE. 😭

And what happened next still baffles me to this day…

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