Going through the toll booth this morning on the way to work, I noticed the toll-guy seemed unusually distracted and didn’t meet my eyes once. I paid my $0.20 and drove past, thinking, “Hmm?”
Look down, and I notice my skirt is hiked up all the way to my hip somehow. :eek: Luckily I am wearing pantyhose, but still that’s a lot of thigh to be showing to someone I only just met!
My coworker says I was trying to get out of the toll and that’s not the correct meaning of EZPass. 
What route do you take?
Are they hiring? 
Nah, you’re just a $.20 stripper. You gotta put out to be a whore.
…and you’re in the wrong thread.
So, let me get this straight: you’re a whore who pays $0.20?
Swear to Gawd. Da hookah gave the money back!
Apparently so. What does that make me?
I’ve got 80 cents on me. What do I get?
An extremely tempting, er, proposition
Nonono, by all rights, I pay you.
Financially insolvent, in very short order.
How much do you pay for the full monty?
Ok
I’ll let you show me your chest if you pay me a dollar.
What’s on for exact change only?
I would have thought “popular”!
And people say toll collectiong is a crap job.
Just out of curiosity, if you live north of here, and presumably work here, how do you end up on a toll road?
Once a month I have to drive to Schenectady for our Board Meeting. I take Rte 7 to I-890 there, but on the way back I take the Thruway cause I’m coming back to Albany.
Are you still going to loan me that book? Please?
Ah, that makes sense.
And I’m really sorry, I missed your reply. Shoot me an e-mail and we’ll work out some way to get it to you.
Very much in demand.
E-mail sent! (well, this afternoon.)
Sigh Another entepreneur with a fabulous product and a crummy business model.