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The minibus from Tajrish to Azadi Square only charged five tomans for its route regardless of where one got on or off. The fare, start and end point of the route of such minibuses, for this route and all others, were always written in the front and side of the vehicle. In spite of this, there would sometimes be certain misunderstandings along the way. 

On one trip from Tajrish, a girl got on before Parkway Intersection. We had only travelled a short distance before she made her way to the front of the minibus and told the driver, “I got on the wrong bus. I thought it was going to Vali Asr Square.” As she paid the driver, presumably five tomans instead of the three tomans that was the fare for the Vali Asr Square minibuses, the driver sarcastically said, “It’s as if we had written Azadi Square in Arabic on the bus.” As she got off the bus the girl angrily replied, “I made a mistake. You don’t need to be rude about it.”


Another day a woman got on along the way and after only a brief ride requested to get off. She handed the driver some change which prompted him to say, “Ma’am you didn’t give enough. The fare is five tomans.” 

“I’ve only come one station so three tomans covers it.”

“No it doesn’t,” the driver shot back. “The fare is five tomans regardless of the length of your ride.”

“Please don’t embarrass yourself,” the woman said as she ignored the driver’s response and got off the minibus. “You’ve already been paid.”

With the woman off the minibus and the driver not about to chase her on foot he vented his frustration to the other passengers while they tried to reason with him and calm him down.

“Well she only did ride for about one station,” one passenger remarked.

“It doesn’t matter,” the driver said. “A fixed-fare minibus doesn’t charge by your distance travelled. If that were the case, there are more than ten stations between Tajrish and Azadi Square and so I should be charging over 30 tomans for anyone riding along for the entire route.”

It was hard to argue with his logic. Eventually someone volunteered to pay the difference but the driver rejected it and said it wasn’t the fare that upset him but the woman’s sense of entitlement and complete disregard to the rules.

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