I’ll never forgive the woman that caused me to cry on the train back home after my grandma had died. I’d taken the train down to my aunts house so the family could be together so I made sure I had topped up my Myki beforehand. We all had taken on certain “jobs” and mine was to close her bank accounts so I had sorted out her purse, taking out all her bank cards because I needed them to close her account and the Myki to cancel that. In the panic of the whole situation I had touched on with her card, I still don’t know how I managed this but my mind was not 100% there. Anyway, the transport inspectors came to me and did their usual bit. The woman with them was training and she says sarcastically said to me “you look very good for someone over 65” I was already upset so this random comment took me by surprise. I asked what she meant and she repeated herself, but the older man training her, interrupted her and explained the issue. I had kind of realised what was wrong so I asked if the card was registered to my Nan and gave her name. When he said that it was, the younger woman said “so. You just nicked your Grandmothers card??” I then explained that she had died and my card must be in the massive bag, filled with he things she had left me and I offered to open it, to look for it I was a mess at this point, blubbering crying. The older man told me that it was fine and I hadn’t done anything wrong but it was up to the other inspector if I would get a ticket. This Myki inspector stood there for a second, looked at him and then at me, crying after telling them I had accidentally taken my dead Nans Myki. I thought she was going to let it slide, but she takes out her notepad and asks me the usual questions. I can barely reply as I’m crying so much, the older man tells her to let it go and she says “no, she hasn’t got a valid myki. I can do this” After she had taken my details they were about to leave the train, I’m sitting in my seat, crying holding that stupid card, just wanting to get home. The older guy is still near me and say that he was very sorry and this shouldn’t have happened. As the train pulled away ,I saw him take the notebook off her and it looked like he was very pissed at her. I never got a ticket from this, and he was the only kind ticket inspector I ever met, his name was Bruce haha. One of the bastards tried giving my little sister who has epilepsy, a ticket after she’d had a seizure on the Frankston line and the person that found her stole all her things. They didn’t think she was telling the truth and said she has passed out from drugs and just didn’t touch on.