Getting too old for this

The pick up comes from a nightclub just over the border in a not great part of the world, a couple of hours before it usually closes. Having been to it before for pick ups, I know the parking lot well, and as I roll up, a heavyset man in his '40s slouches his way into the back seat. "I'm getting too old for this," he says, and I've got him for a 15-minute ride back to his home in a better part of the world.

We chat, and I give him the usual tips for rideshare passengers. It's friendly and we talk for a good part of the ride. It turns out he was in the room for his nephew's coming of age party, and while he was glad to be there for his people, there was no way he was going to be able to stay up late and partake in full foolishness. So he was very glad for my service, and to help him get out of there without complication.

At the drop, he exits, daps... and hands me the one dollar bills that he was, well, clearly going to use for another purpose that evening. Suspiciously crisp.

Not gonna lie; wasn't expecting that, I was kind of touched, and I felt a lot of kinship...