One snowy Saturday, Jerry was having a coffee with his friend Matt, a city bus driver. “What’s new at transit, Matt?”

“I got a commendation the other day.”

“Congratulations. What did you do?” Jerry asked.

“Well, Tuesday, just after the start of my first run of the day, a drunk got on the bus and fell asleep. After watching people avoid the seats near the drunk for one and a half loops of my run, I finally took the man and dragged him off the bus.”

Jerry was shocked. “You got a commendation for throwing a poor drunk off the bus and into a snow bank?”

“No, no,” Matt replied. “On my next run I noticed the drunk was still lying in the snow so I dragged him back into the warmth of the bus. Someone saw me do that and phoned it in.”

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