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The collector approached my window with a smile, and I glanced quickly at the red light that had now turned green, but the rush hour traffic that is absolutely horrible in Chicagoland prevented me from moving anywhere.
I rolled down my window almost halfway, and smiled back.
"How are you today, miss", he asked.
BONUS POINTS FOR NOT SAYING MA'AM.
"I'm good", I responded.
He started to launch into his spiel when I smiled and shook my head, signaling for him to stop.Read More