Tales from a Tollbooth Attendant
So I work at the tollbooth on the major highway in NH. Yes, laugh all you want. But it is a mindless state job, and like all mindless state jobs, it pays way more than the effort requires. The job has its "interesting" points, like getting called "gorgeous" or "hunny" by half the old, gross truckers, or trying to explain to people where the airport is after they've told you that they've been up & down the state 4 times already. This weekend is the Nascar Winstin Cup series, so traffic is crazy. Tonight I worked in one of the automatic lanes. (It's quicker if we take the money from the people instead of having the slowpokes who come to a complete stop & throw the tokens in one at a time and then sit there waiting for the light to turn green). But I was surprised at how many people glared at me, pulled their hand away, and reached around me to throw the coins in the bucket themselves. As if it's that big a deal! I guess driving is so boring now that drivers want any excitement they can get. People are strange creatures.