WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND & ROUND

When I purchased a 2010 Chrysler Town & Country and drove it off the lot my blood pressure increased, not because of the sudden depreciation in value, but more or less because of a gas gauge needle leaning rather heavily toward “E.” I asked myself, would a dealership jeopardize future sales over a full-tank of gas? Why hadn’t they informed me upfront regarding their crappy policy? With blogs, Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, and various websites, dealerships run the risk of losing customers through retaliatory attacks. I, on the other hand, will not point fingers unless someone wants a recommendation of where to buy a car; you can bet my index finger will be pointing in a different direction.

Speaking of reliable transportation, some paroled inmates (usually those who’ve torched every bridge imaginable) are given bus tickets and a ride to the nearest bus depot in Detroit, complements of the Michigan Department of Corrections. If ever there were a case of “what comes around goes around,” it would have to be the time Prisoner Salasino lost his bus ticket. After years of harassing corrections officers, and now a free man, he sought the advice of the transportation officer. “What am I going to do?”

“Everything will be okay,” the officer reassured him. “I’ll tell you what, while I’m unloading your stuff go into the bus depot to the very last service counter, explain what happened, and they’ll give you a replacement ticket.”

“Are you sure?” Prisoner Salasino asked.

“It happens all the time,” the officer said. “They’ll be more than happy to help you out.”

While Prisoner Salasino walked through the elongated bus depot to the very last counter, the transportation officer curbed his belongings and took off.