|She seemed nice, but I wasn't handing|
her a check worth $thousands.
Parking was sparse, but I wasn't tempted to hand the payment to the girl in the green tent by the curb.
Too many things could go wrong. We walked into the building and found the Treasurer's office.
|Where we pay for civilization.|
The oldsters had their tax vouchers and checks made out before hand. Everyone asked for a receipt. Yes, these precautions were probably unnecessary, but over the years everyone has had a bad experience with the bureaucracy. Everyone knows from the news that having the right documents is better than not.
Heading toward the car, I waved at the girl in the green tent. She'll be real busy at the end of the week.