“Yeah.” Coney squinted through the windshield, trying to work an angle. As he edged to the right the K-car suddenly cut out of the flow, moving to the far left. We both stared for a moment. “Whuzzat?” said Coney. “E-Z Pass,” I said. “They’ve got an E-Z Pass.” The K-car slid into the empty E-Z Pass lane, and right through the booth. Meanwhile Coney had landed us third in line for EXACT CHANGE OR TOKEN. “Follow them!” I said. “I’m trying,” said Coney, plainly dazed by this turn of events. “Get over to the left!” I said. “Go through!” “We don’t got an E-Z Pass.” Coney grinned painfully,
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