I don't get it. I get nailed for my brilliant writing and stunning original opinions on the crisis called public education? What's with you people? It ain't fare. Nothing is fare in this here life. Nothin. - goes screaming and crying -
A sense of huemer. It's the only way to handle these thugs.
You're right, the fare is $2.50.
What's with you people?
We're just the average collection of bonvivants and recreational killers, seduced by the anonymity of the internet to lash out at our betters, most notably Mensa members wearing spats.
Now, that's the spirit! Welcome to FR, BTW. We have fun here, and one of the things we find to be the most fun is to pummel each other for silly fumble-fingered typos.
Fare?
Uh oh, here we go again . . .