I picked my wife up from the airport,
and I’m so used to zipping through the electronic tolls, I did it without even thinking. It was premeditated. I decided I would just ‘fess up here and say, –Yes it’s a wonderful thing that I can drive straight through toll booths without stopping, waiting, or scrounging for change and small bills.
I’m aware that Big Brother now knows that I went through the toll at such-and-such hour this morning. But I was carrying a cell phone too, and I’m pretty sure he can tell when I left for the airport, and where I had lunch on the way home. And I did pay for lunch in cash.