As the bus approached a red light, Tim seized the opportunity to engage the passengers. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced over the intercom, his voice steady and authoritative, “we’re experiencing some technical difficulties and may need to pause at the next stop for a quick check. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
The announcement was met with the expected groans and sighs, but it provided the opening Tim needed. As the bus pulled into the stop, he turned on the emergency lights and opened the doors.
Tim stood from his seat, making his way down the aisle with a feigned air of casual concern, checking with passengers as he went. As he neared the back, he felt the tension radiating off the man, and the girl locked eyes with him for a split second, her silent plea clearer than any words.
“Sir, ma’am,” Tim said, addressing the man directly, “there seems to be a little issue with the ticket machine. Could I see your tickets, please?”
