Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Control

The bus driver cracks his window, lights a smoke, stops the bus, and lets his pals on. Three ticket-checkers, suitably thuggish, climb the bus steps and flash badges. Without badges, they would be simply large, scruffy men shaking down teenagers and drunks and pensioners. With badges, they are instead three large scruffy men who surround passengers (teenagers and drunks and pensioners) who haven't punched tickets and officially get one rate or unofficially get another. At the next stop, the checkers get off with the one (there's always one, but only one, one to three) who had no ticket and could not pay. His ride is over.

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