I was driving from Salt Lake to L.A. with a group of students. In the wee hours of the morning, we approached our freeway exit, or, which I came to find out later, was a toll road exit. There were two lanes: one said, “Pay” and one said, “No Pay”…or something to that effect. The choice seemed obvious to me. I’d rather not pay, thank you. I quickly scanned both lanes to make sure there were no spikey things to shred my tires and chose the no-pay lane. No sirens went off, I didn’t have to break through any barriers or anything. Who are the suckers that volunteer to go through the pay lane? That sure is nice of them to give you the option.
When we got to my uncle’s house and I explained what happened, he simply told me to expect a ticket in the mail. I called and explained that I wasn’t from them-there parts and couldn’t read too good (Hence the blog’s reading level — see previous post). They told me they’d take care of the ticket…so, again I ask, who are the suckers that volunteer to go through the pay lane?