Chapter 2

I stepped on to the streetcar making my split second judgment of the driver, "Can I get away with underpaying? Is the driver paying attention? What gender? What race? Age?" All this and more flashed in my mind before I decided to drop dollar number two back into my pocket or not. My success rate was fairly high, I had only been caught once. This time however I paid in full. The middle aged, white, male driver had a stern concentrated look on his bald headed face that suggested to me he had caught a few chancers in his time and was determined to count every fare since. He sussed me and I sussed him, we were both happy.