While I was on the bus with you, I saw you ask your friend what color the transfers were today. I heard you brag about how you'd never have to pay for a bus ride again. Pretty impressed with yourself, weren't you? I wasn't. Do you suppose that the other riders (some of whom live on very limited means) think it's cool that they honestly pay their fare while a cute little teeny-bopper like you bounces up to the front and flashes a fake transfer? It must be awful for you, having to pay a WHOLE DOLLAR to get to the mall to go shopping for clothes, or CDs, or whatever else you feel you need to make your life complete. Here's hoping you pick up a set of morals before you totally outgrow your training bra. Failing that, here's hoping that some observant bus driver nails your ass to the wall for your little trick someday. --Anonymous