Today, at the Markaz where we go jogging at a fenced-in track several times a week, the man at the ticket counter tried to overcharge us for admission. When I realized that we were being swindled, I said (in Arabic, with a few grammatical errors, but he still understood me), “Normally we pay 60 pounds. Why are we paying more today?” The man looked back at me sheepishly. I’d called him out on his corruption. ...