“Their policy is ‘Pay what you wish but you must pay something,’” I told a student when she asked how much admission cost to the Art Institute. “But they do have suggested fees–check over at the cash register.”
“I think it’s $40.”
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“I guess it’s a matter of civic responsibility,” she said somewhat stiffly. By this time the rest of the class had arrived. Those who weren’t members paid and clipped on their colored aluminum tabs. Then we passed the guards and headed upstairs to look at paintings and drawings.
When the bus came I slid into a seat and gazed out the window at the park. Behind me sat a man and a woman who looked to be in their 30s. I thought the woman had glared at me as I walked down the aisle but I wasn’t sure. She might have been glaring at nothing in particular.
“Oh, I see. Well, thank you.”
He muttered something that only made her angrier. “You did too hit me!” she yelled. “I got witnesses! Two people saw you smack me when I told you you had to pay to get in that museum. You hit me and called me a liar! I got witnesses!”
The man said something softly.
