I board a bus that's headed for downtown Philadelphia. It's dirty and grim and almost deserted. The stop I want is near a prison and some of the guys on the bus look like jailbirds. I do a Brooklyn accent to entertain everyone but then switch back to my normal voice. The driver tells me how much the fare is, which is around a dollar. I hand him a five and hi puts it into a machine. When I don[t get any change, I ask him about it. He tells me he figured out I'd need return fare. I tell him I'm only riding the bus once and I want my change.
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