"The SEPTA man, at the Ellsworth and Federal stop, who sat in his secure stainless steel booth was not of a friendly persuasion--in fact, I secretly thought he hated most people. It appeared people gave him a rash or uncontrollable itch as he was always scratching the side of his face. Whenever I consulted him for directions on the particular line I should use--I was met with a grunt and a look of utter disgust while he scrubbed his left cheek." [Metropolis]
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