He had four pennies, a loose button and two cigarette butts. But what he didn’t have was loose change. Big problem since the toll booth was unmanned.
“I’ve got it,” his blind date said, rummaging through her purse.
He opened his palm, waited for her generous donation. Instead, she stuck her hand out the passenger side window and with a graceful flip sent a quarter sailing over the roof of his Buick Skylark.
Seconds later, the quarter landed square in the toll basket.
“Told you I had it,” she said with a devilish grin he’d come to know and love.
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