Wednesday, June 30, 2010


As I pulled up to the old man at the bus stop, I recognized him as one of many fare scammers. He never seems to pay the fare right and gets mad when you don't let him get away with it.

It was still rush hour and, as I opened the door, I noticed he had his fingers pinched together. Figuring he had a token and not seeing the additional 2 quarters that you have to put with it during rush hour, I said "you know it's still rush hour, right?" He said he did and proceeded to drop 2 dimes in the farebox. I just looked at him as though I was waiting for the rest of the fare. He put on his best confused look and I told him he had put in 2 dimes. I could see them in the window. He looked in the window on my side of the farebox and said "one of them is a token." I grabbed my handy pen-style flashlight that I keep in my pocket just for these occasions and lit the dimes up better. I said "There's a dime, and there's a dime. That's why it registered 20 cents." He stood there trying to think of some way around what I showed him. I told him he'd need to deposit the additional $2.05 or hop off the bus. He said "Then I want my 20 cents back!" I told him I didn't put it in there and I couldn't get it out. I also told him he wasn't about to ride for 20 cents during rush hour when everyone else on the bus had to pay $2.25.

Seeing he was not going to win, and maybe finally recognizing me as someone that busted his scams before, he got off the bus and stepped away from the door. Just as I was closing the door, he yelled "If I was a white man..." Whatever! That's all I needed to hear. I closed the door and drove off. It irritates the hell out of me when a person throws the race card over something that has nothing to do with race. The only color it's about is the fare!


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