dear tollgate attendant

I wish you would cup your hand like a beggar when receiving my tollfee. I promise to drop my tollfee right smack at the center of your palm – as long as it faces upwards (rather than sideways like PacMan ready to chomp at my hand). While it’s sweet that we are connecting ever so briefly each day, I’d really much rather your sweaty index-finger (that has touched the bills and coins that has passed through 2,000 people’s equally sweaty palms) didn’t connect with my fingertips. I’d much rather connect with you with a smile and a cheery good-morning. After all, am not really into public displays of affection.

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