My sister swipes her subway pass and she and her boyfriend squeeze themselves through the turnstile together. They go down to the platform and sit on a bench to wait for the train.
Suddenly there is an announcement over the loudspeaker:
To the young man and woman sitting on the bench.
They look around, shocked. So do several other subway riders on the platform.
We know you did not pay the full fare. We are sending a transit authority down to speak with you.
Her boyfriend takes a drink from his water bottle.
Go ahead and take a drink. We are coming for you.
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They decide to make a run for it and take a cab downtown. For the rest of the day, my sister thinks they are coming for her, and she believes they are tracking her every time she uses her subway pass for the next week.
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