One night last week, I almost ripped off a parking lot. It had one of those honor systems where you're supposed to slide your payment into a numbered slot that corresponds to your parking space. I was late for dinner in San Francisco, and I didn't have exact change. It was late, and I doubted that anyone would bust me, but I still ended up jogging across the street to a convenience store and buying a box of Tic Tacs I didn't want just to break a $20. Then I spent the next five minutes folding eight $1 bills into stick...
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