I cross the golden gate bridge to get to the office. Today, I got up to the toll plaza with my arm out the window, holding a bridge ticket. The guy in the window sees my license plate and asks if I'm a nebraska husker fan. (yeah, I still have Nebraska plates on my car.) I say, "sure". And he launches into several disparaging jokes about my alma mater. And he just kept going! stopping traffic! "Is this legal," I was wondering. I had my ticket out...waving it in front of his face...he wouldn't take it until he was finished. And as I drove away he kept going, yelling at me as I zoomed off! It was all good natured fun. I think. go big red.
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