We crossed through yet another pay toll, and pulled over to figure out which exit we needed to take. Not the best of idea as a guy who spoke perfect English came up to Brad’s side and started rambling off about how he needs to get to Tucson and he needs $55US to get through this toll to be able to get home. He tried to pretend he was crying yet the colour of his eyes never changed, and he insisted we could call his mother to prove his story was correct. His acting skills alone were well practiced and I was not having any of it. Brad told him that we have no cash only cards he dropped the acted and walked away, but not back to his car to the middle of the street with the other street vendors.
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