Jolley Trolley Not So Jolly
By Donna Malloy
The Jolley Trolley is suffering from an identity crisis. With that said, I will tell you what our Jolley Trolley is not. Our beach trolley:
Out on the curb the four of us stood; Miles, my sister Maureen, Mom and myself. A little after 2 p.m., the yellow trolley rounded the corner of Mandalay Avenue as we fumbled for the correct change.
Upon boarding the trolley, I asked the driver if I could pay with five, $1.00 bills vs. the exact change of $1.25 each. He said that would be fine.
A sweaty walk in the park and four butter pecan ice cream cones later, we were ready to head home. As I checked the trolley's schedule, I noticed that the fare for my mom (over 65 years old) and nephew (children four to twelve) should have been .60 cents vs. $1.25 each.
So, as we boarded the next trolley, I asked the driver if we could just pay the difference since we paid too much on the way into town. He curtly stated that he could not make any change and that I would have to go to the office and talk to the manager. The driver also said that the discount for seniors and children started after 4 p.m., which was not stated in the brochure. End of story.
One of my former managers had a saying whenever you approached him with a problem: "Are you part of the problem or part of the solution?" Even though he eventually was fired for being part of the problem, nonetheless, it is a constructive mantra to live by.
With that said, here are some constructive solutions to help the Jolley Trolley get back on track:
And lastly, here are five good reasons why you should ride the Jolley Trolley:
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