Where is My Ticket?

An old writer who is very popular in England is traveling by train. When the ticket-inspector comes and asks him for his ticket, the old writer begins to look for it in his pockets, in his bag, and in his suitcase but cannot find it.

“I can wait,” says the ticket-inspector, who knows the writer very well. “I can come again at the next station.” But at the next station it is just the same. The old writer cannot find his ticket.

“That’s all right,” says the ticket-inspector. “That’s all right.”

“Oh, but I must find my ticket,” says the man. “I want to know where I am going.”