{"id":4370,"date":"2021-01-29T21:29:23","date_gmt":"2021-01-29T19:29:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.danamladin.com\/?p=4370"},"modified":"2025-08-14T19:36:49","modified_gmt":"2025-08-14T17:36:49","slug":"pana-n-fund-la-taxatoare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danamladin.com\/en\/2021\/01\/pana-n-fund-la-taxatoare\/","title":{"rendered":"To the clippie, in the back…"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

What do today’s young people know about\nthe phrase: \u201cfrom hand to hand, to the clippie, in the back\u201d\u2026 What do they know\nwhat it means?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although I have heard it often nowadays, I\ndo not think that many of those who use this expression know how to explain it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And here we are, the people of my\ngeneration, some rather old aunties<\/strong>\nand uncles<\/strong>…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During the century when I was part of\n“what do the young people of today know?” (said in a derogatory tone,\nof course), traveling by public transportation could be an adventure! Forget Minecraft\nor Fortnite, man, what bungee jumping, there was all the adrenaline! We were\nliving dangerously, traveling without a ticket hihi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MEMORIES FROM THE COMMUNIST CHILDHOOD<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

I was little when there still existed the clippies<\/strong> \u2013 the ladies who were sited in busses and trams and sold you the tickets, the bus conductors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

At that time I had a subscription, as I\ntraveled daily, I was a busy person J.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I always saw them: the bus conductors\nwere perched on a chair, close to the back part of the wagon, behind a door\nwith a countertop, or whatever one could call that. They were ready to sell\ntickets to new travelers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you happened to get on the bus or tram through\nthe front door and it was crowded, you would send the ticket money from hand to\nhand, to the clippie, in the back of the bus or tram. Hence the phrase…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you know that the job of a bus\nconductor is not dead yet? In the third millennium, not in just any place, but\nin Japan, I came across the bus conductors in the public transportation. It’s\njust that they don’t have that “from hand to hand”\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In our country, this profession\ndisappeared in 1982. With the advent of the civic spirit maybe?\u2026 The one on\nwhich the authorities relied when they said that we are ready to get to any\nmeans of public transportation with a ticket in hand, which we immediately compost\nin some devices called composters<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The fact that I have a composter now, in\n2021, I’d say, places me directly in the category of antique collectors J.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During high school, although as students\nwe had half-price subscriptions, the period between two subscriptions took the\nillegalist out of us. (Not to mention those who spent their subscription money\non God knows what. These ones were already rebels!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Traveling without a ticket was not a rule,\nbut it was no exception either. I often heard “the controller caught\nme”. It’s true, the controllers at that time were something like security\nguards! They didn’t have uniforms, they walked around and followed under cover,\nthey blocked you on the bus stairs when you were trying to get down in a hurry,\nthey took you down from the bus as if you were a murderer. People used to watch\nthe show!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was also a kind of solidarity among\ntravelers. Often enough someone would quickly compost a ticket for the one just\ncaught by the controller, he offered it to him and that’s how the circus and\nthe fine disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXCUSE ME, DO YOU HAVE A TICKET?<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

In my early days as a “ITB”\n(Bucharest Transportation Enterprise) traveler, there was the simple ticket, that\nis a ticket with a single trip. The imagination of those who did not want to\ncompost the ticket was overflowing! And the solutions spread quickly among us\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had gained dexterity in inserting the\nticket into the composter so that it would only compost the margin of it. You\nwere legal, nothing could be said. And when you got off the bus, you’d cut the\nmargin and there you were, the owner of a brand new ticket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another solution was to make a clone out\nof plain paper and, once in the trolleybus, to compost it. Then you took out of\nyour pocket the collection of old and composted tickets and find the one with\nthe same combination of holes as the one on the clone (the combinations were\nnot so many, considering that we travelled every day on the same route).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God, how many times have I asked “excuse\nme, do you have a ticket?”\u2026 Because there weren’t booths selling tickets in\nmost stations, like now. As far as I can remember, you could only buy at the\nends of the route.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you didn’t have tickets and you got up\nthe means of transportation somewhere on the route, you would start asking\neverybody around. I’ve done this many times. Someone who had more would give\nyou one for its official fee and so you were safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

With the appearance of the double ticket<\/strong>, the situation became\nmore complicated. Although, if I think about it, maybe that’s how some\nrelationships appeared J). Because a traveler who can offer you the other end of\na ticket practically binds you to him! You’d sit or stand next to that person,\nto be automatically next to the ticket in case the controllers came. And you\nstayed like that, glued to that man, until one got off the bus and the other\none stayed on and kept the ticket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the “I don’t have a ticket”\nsituation, there were several solutions to get rid of the long and embarrassing\ndiscussions with the controllers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One was\u2026 the economy class. Yes, yes,\nthere was an economy class on the tram. (God, I am so old!!!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The car in front, where the driver was,\nwas first class, and the second car was the economy class, with worse seats, I\nnever understood why, as you needed a ticket there too. The only advantage was\nthat the controllers didn’t go there very often, as it looked like a wagon for\nthe challenged people…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another solution to get rid of any\nquestions about the ticket was to travel outside the vehicle!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a>
source File de istorie<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I love this picture I found on the net. Well, come on, I’m not really that old, I wasn’t born at that time, but in my childhood and adolescence this was also practiced, only on that thing at the end of the tram, on its “tail”. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

You needed some courage\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I admit, I wasn’t so daring. My bravest\ngesture \u2013 not out of a need to be interesting, but out of need! \u2013 was the trip\non the stairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a>
source File de istorie<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember??? It seemed to be part of\nour DNA\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least here you knew for sure that you\ndon’t need a ticket anymore, and \u201cthe back\u201d of the clippie could be one cut out\nof Victoria’s Secret pictures, because no one could reach it anymore!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did I say “Victoria’s Secret”???\nDamn, I’m out of the era, sorry. I meant “The Victory of Socialism” J)).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

PS The first\npicture of the article is from a movie I played in. I was in a tram, I had a\ncomposter in the back, and I was practicing that look of “Damn, the controller\nis coming!” hihi<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What do today’s young people know about the phrase: \u201cfrom hand to hand, to the clippie, in the back\u201d\u2026 What do they know what it means? Although I have heard it often nowadays, I do not think that many of those who use this expression know how to explain it. And here we are, the people of my generation, some rather old aunties and uncles… During the century when I was part of “what do the young people of today know?” (said in a derogatory tone, of course), traveling by public transportation could be an adventure! Forget Minecraft or Fortnite, man, what bungee jumping, there was all the adrenaline! We were living dangerously, traveling without a ticket hihi. MEMORIES FROM THE COMMUNIST CHILDHOOD I was little when there still existed the clippies \u2013 the ladies who were sited in busses and trams and sold you the tickets, the bus conductors. At that time I had a subscription, as I traveled daily, I was a busy person J. But I always saw them: the bus conductors were perched on a chair, close to the back part of the wagon, behind a door with a countertop, or whatever one could call that. They were ready to sell tickets to new travelers. If you happened to get on the bus or tram through the front door and it was crowded, you would send the ticket money from hand to hand, to the clippie, in the back of the bus or tram. Hence the phrase… Do you know that the job of a bus conductor is not dead yet? In the third millennium, not in just any place, but in Japan, I came across the bus conductors in the public transportation. It’s just that they don’t have that “from hand to hand”\u2026 In our country, this profession disappeared in 1982. With the advent of the civic spirit maybe?\u2026 The one on which the authorities relied when they said that we are ready to get to any means of public transportation with a ticket in hand, which we immediately compost in some devices called composters? The fact that I have a composter now, in 2021, I’d say, places me directly in the category of antique collectors J. During high school, although as students we had half-price subscriptions, the period between two subscriptions took the illegalist out of us. (Not to mention those who spent their subscription money on God knows what. These ones were already rebels!) Traveling without a ticket was not a rule, but it was no exception either. I often heard “the controller caught me”. It’s true, the controllers at that time were something like security guards! They didn’t have uniforms, they walked around and followed under cover, they blocked you on the bus stairs when you were trying to get down in a hurry, they took you down from the bus as if you were a murderer. People used to watch the show! There was also a kind of solidarity among travelers. Often enough someone would quickly compost a ticket for the one just caught by the controller, he offered it to him and that’s how the circus and the fine disappeared. EXCUSE ME, DO YOU HAVE A TICKET? In my early days as a “ITB” (Bucharest Transportation Enterprise) traveler, there was the simple ticket, that is a ticket with a single trip. The imagination of those who did not want to compost the ticket was overflowing! And the solutions spread quickly among us\u2026 We had gained dexterity in inserting the ticket into the composter so that it would only compost the margin of it. You were legal, nothing could be said. And when you got off the bus, you’d cut the margin and there you were, the owner of a brand new ticket. Another solution was to make a clone out of plain paper and, once in the trolleybus, to compost it. Then you took out of your pocket the collection of old and composted tickets and find the one with the same combination of holes as the one on the clone (the combinations were not so many, considering that we travelled every day on the same route). God, how many times have I asked “excuse me, do you have a ticket?”\u2026 Because there weren’t booths selling tickets in most stations, like now. As far as I can remember, you could only buy at the ends of the route. If you didn’t have tickets and you got up the means of transportation somewhere on the route, you would start asking everybody around. I’ve done this many times. Someone who had more would give you one for its official fee and so you were safe. With the appearance of the double ticket, the situation became more complicated. Although, if I think about it, maybe that’s how some relationships appeared J). Because a traveler who can offer you the other end of a ticket practically binds you to him! You’d sit or stand next to that person, to be automatically next to the ticket in case the controllers came. And you stayed like that, glued to that man, until one got off the bus and the other one stayed on and kept the ticket. In the “I don’t have a ticket” situation, there were several solutions to get rid of the long and embarrassing discussions with the controllers. One was\u2026 the economy class. Yes, yes, there was an economy class on the tram. (God, I am so old!!!) The car in front, where the driver was, was first class, and the second car was the economy class, with worse seats, I never understood why, as you needed a ticket there too. The only advantage was that the controllers didn’t go there very often, as it looked like a wagon for the challenged people… Another solution to get rid of any questions about the ticket was to travel outside the vehicle! I love this picture I found on the net. Well, come on, I’m not really that old, I wasn’t born at that time, but in my childhood and adolescence this was also practiced, only on that thing at the end of the tram, on its “tail”. You needed some courage\u2026 I admit, I wasn’t so daring. My bravest gesture \u2013 not out of a need to be interesting, but out of need! \u2013 was the trip on the stairs. Do you remember??? It seemed to be part of our DNA\u2026 At least here you knew for sure that you don’t need a ticket anymore, and \u201cthe back\u201d of the clippie could be one cut out of Victoria’s Secret pictures, because no one could reach it anymore! Did I say “Victoria’s Secret”??? Damn, I’m out of the era, sorry. I meant “The Victory of Socialism” J)). \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.. PS The first picture of the article is from a movie I played in. 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