step 3 - it's just you and me

i'm pretty much expecting houston to call looking for their $.65 that they didn't think i already gave them in the automated 'futuristic' toll booth yesterday. apparently it was asking for 5 quarters and i gave it my special blend of nickels, dimes, and quarters. needless to say, it got all pissed and started flashing $.65 at me in a totally mean way. i hung there for a minute and marc and i freaked out a little, and then we pressed the red button and the gate opened, so we gassed it. i mean seriously, you would've done the same thing. that toll booth deserved to die a slow nitrogenous death. what?