The driver looked quickly back at the restaurant for a second. “Didn’ you see the No Riders sticker on the win’ shield?”
“Sure — I seen it. But sometimes a guy’ll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker.”
Doesn’t seem no longer ago than a week I seen him myself. Looked fine then. He’s a nice sort of a guy when he ain’t stinko.” Now and then the flies roared softly at the screen door. The coffee machine spurted steam, and the waitress, without looking, reached behind her and shut it off
And because the story has been told so often, it has taken root in every man’s mind. And, as with all retold tales that are in people’s hearts, there are only good and bad things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-between anywhere.