... We've always wondered if the old wives who said misery loves company ever spent time, endless smog-filled rush hours in line, attempting to pay a toll on the Garden State Parkway.
In countless hours of studying the pained expressions of obsessed drivers queued before the flashing red and green lights at the roadway obstructions, we have never recorded a smile other than the maniacal grin as someone launches a round metal missile at the urinal shaped receptacle.
These token tumbling commuters are not happy campers.
If only they knew how happy they should be. They have the privilege of tooling along the Garden State Parkway from the northern most part of the state to the southernmost pausing occasionally to hurl a coin or two.
Toll booth advocates espouse the logic of strategically placed roadblocks that make the highway more democratic.
For one thing, toll plazas make just about everyone drive at the same speed: zero.
Does anyone REMEMBER parkway tokens?
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