A couple of weeks ago, after attending
Coffee with a Cop, Beach Buddy, aka the Oceanside Trenchcoat Guy, dropped me
off in front of my apartment complex. I was heading to the front gate when I
noticed a twenty-something young man (YM) who seemed to be wandering around
aimlessly. I didn’t recognize him as a neighborhood resident. On the other
hand, he didn’t look homeless. He approached me as I was about to disappear
into the courtyard.
YM: Do you have any spare
change for the bus?
Me: Sorry, no. But you
could try giving the bus driver a sob story. (Over the years, I’ve seen various
scenarios work well hundreds of times.)
YM: I tried that.
Me: Try another bus driver.
Yes,
I probably shouldn’t have offered suggestions, but I did. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t
encourage anyone to fib to an NCTD driver. But it was oppressively warm that
day. And I all too well remember waiting for buses in Tucson during July.
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