"Damn, Arlo Yarbrough, it's my first day on the job, and you say such unlucky things. I'm not riding anymore."
Dirk Carter pretended to get out of the car.
Arlo Yarbrough quickly grabbed his arm and compromised, "Okay, okay, I'll give you a discount, 150, just 150."
Having said that.
He helped Dirk Carter fasten his seatbelt, afraid he might change his mind, and sped off.
The drive of over an hour went by rather quickly.
Arriving at the customs gate.
Arlo Yarbrough said, "Here we are, destination reached, pay up."
Dirk Carter took out two hundred bills and gave them to him.
Arlo Yarbrough stuffed them directly into his pocket.
"Where's my change? Didn't you say 150?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Arlo Yarbrough chuckled, "I don't have change today, I'll return it next time we meet."
"I'm working at Ardmore now, when's the next time we'll meet?"
Dirk Carter asked.
