The setting – Sitting in a bus, on my way to my beau’s place.
The conspiracy – The bus conductor is pocketing money.
Grandpa 1: Why are you charging me x amount, when it has always been y amount?
Conductor: The ticket prices were updated a while ago, this has been the fee for a few months now.
Grandpa 2: But the distance is the same.
Conductor: I don’t know what you want me to say about that.
Grandpa 1: Is this how the government plans on cheating the Senior folk?
**Conductor silently hands a ticket for x amount. Enter Player 3**
Grandpa 3: He must be pocketing the extra money.
Grandpa 1: Yes, the nerve of that cheat.
Grandpa 2: Yes, **insert generic comment about the economy and corruption.**
They spent a solid minute and a half talking about the corrupt conductor, who pockets by giving tickets of the exact amount paid.
Move over Obama conspiracies, we have a winner.
Thank you all for reading this absolutely random thought of mine, for bearing with my sense of humor, and for wasting a few minutes of your time.
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