I was in Phoenix on a field trip with friends, one of whom was the likeable oafish fellow on Everybody Loves Raymond. I think he also played Frankenstein in some TV version of the classic horror flick.
I kept hearing the strains of a Queen song playing over the bus's
PA, and I knew that this was meant to lure me onto the bus. The bus fare was free. When I tried to give money to the driver, he pulled out a roll of quarters and gave me change as well as giving me back my dollar, for a net profit of 100%. I looked around the bus for a familiar face, but there were just strangers.
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