Thus I was on foot, the most despised human status in America, and found myself 23 miles from home. $4 and a short wait solved that problem, by launching me on a forty minute bus ride up the Overseas Highway in air conditioned comfort with a chauffeur and everything.
I sat in the shelter and carefully read the rules, sad to see they were trite, unexceptional and very pedestrian. But the fact that the author can't spell, raised the silly notice to the level of divine.
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