Late yesterday afternoon I encountered one of those newspaper vendors who stands out there in the middle of traffic. It was a chilly, drizzly, gray day, and I felt sorry for him, so I rolled down the window and gave him a smile and a wave.
He came over and handed me a paper, and I reached for the change dish between the front seats.
"No," he said firmly. "It's Friday, it's raining, and we're off tomorrow. It's a good day for a free paper."
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