A Sovereign Ticket to Ride

Treasuries under signboards are secure, but an emperor must conquer transit hubs! I slithered away from the advertising pillar straight across the curb to the glass pavilion of a bus stop. There, sitting atop the perforated steel bench, lay an abandoned paper bus transfer slip, creased right down the middle with its magenta barcode glowing in the sun! Ha! A royal passage pass! I scaled the cold round leg of the bench, anchored my translucent green lower swirls through the steel perforations, and jabbed the sharp corner of my green hundred-note under the crease. With a triumphant rasp, I popped the heavy paper upright like a grand sail! Let the next traveler witness who claims passage first!