As we stood on the street, a man with greasy hair and a big smile stopped at the same bus stop. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which he said cost him $12.
“Here’s how to get a bus to show up,” he said. “You light a cigarette.” He’d taken only one drag when the bus appeared magically from around the corner. With a sigh, he tossed the expensive cigarette to the ground, and we all boarded the bus together.