I folded the paper and wriggled around in the seat. Buses are like candy bars, I thought. The price goes up… — Richard Wilson

“What do you think of it, old man?”

I thought very little of it but I pretended to turn it over in my mind. “It’s got class,” I said finally. To myself I thought, with a capital K.

“‘Morning, Sam,” the coffee boy said. “How about some coffee?”

“‘Morning, Herb,” I said. “That’s the first intelligent remark I’ve heard in some time.”

“I’m good for about thirty bucks,” I said. “Then I’ll have to get a refill from petty cash.”

“There’s nothing petty about cash,” Stew said.