Thursday, late afternoon.
Downtown Minneapolis.
Nichollet Avenue and 5th.
Lite-Rail Station.
Clear sky, cold air.
Credit card in hand.
Ticket machine.
Credit card doesn’t work.
Thinking the machine is broken.
Step back.
Woman buys a ticket.
Man buys a ticket.
Train arrives.
Credit card back in wallet.
Board the train.
Sit and work.
Bag falls over as the train lurches.
Setting sunlight streams in the windows.
Exit the train.
Check my pockets for wallet and phone.
Up the escalator.
Another ticket machine.
Walk past.
Spirit speaks.
Pause and consider.
Walk back.
Buy ticket.
Toss it into the trash.
Walk away.
Question: How much is your integrity worth?
