We have an EZ-Pass that allows us to pay tolls by slowing down to fifteen miles an hour, or on some highways, without slowing down at all. Our EZ-Pass shaves some minutes off our trips and saves a bit of stop-and-start gas consumption, so I am glad we have one.
But like with so many other electronic items in our lives, we lose something when we lose a human interaction.
Which brings me to a sweet memory that came to me the other day as I got on the Massachusetts Turnpike at the entrance I used to take to go to work. I always went to the same toll taker. He was very polite and we exchanged pleasantries every morning. I liked him, and sometimes wondered about his life and if he enjoyed what he did.
One day as I was leaving for work, I stopped to pick some daffodils from our garden. When my toll-taker put out his hand, I dropped in my coins and the bouquet of daffodils. He grinned from ear to ear, and I felt good all day.
That doesn’t happen with an EZ Pass.