It's Only Fair To Tell You About the Fare
Yesterday I got called in for a temp job. Why yes, I can be in the Financial District in a half hour. While I can walk there, taking the bus would save me time. So I poured out my glass jar of change onto my bed and sifted through to find $2 in coins. Scooping all the needed coins into my jacket pocket, I rushed out the door.
The bus came. I started putting my nickels and dimes and quarters into the fare machine. When I'd emptied my pocket, the machine said $1.90. The bus was already moving. Feeling around my pocket for the last dime, I came up empty. I don't carry change around. I'd specifically taken $2 in coins just for the bus, there was nothing else. I told the bus driver, "I'm sorry, it seems like I've lost a dime. Do you want me to get off at the next stop?"
He handed me the pass that lets you stay on the bus until two or so hours later. "Here." I took the pass, and took his word to mean he was letting that dime slide.
Today, since I knew I'd be working, I left the house early enough to walk.