I hate toll roads, glad we don't have any here in Alaska.
When I go to Florida every year I get to know the Toll system. I ride a bike down there, and when I pull up to a toll booth I never have the money in my hand. I pull up and stop, then I usually have trouble finding neutral. I stand up, raise my helmet visor, and at this point the toll collector starts talking. I wave my hand in a negative manner yelling very loudly, "I'm wearing ear plugs and I can not hear you". I pull off my gloves, stash them above the handle bars. Then I pull out my wallet, from my hip pocket. I open the wallet and extract the money. Hand it to the anxiously awating toll person, and the gate opens. I then put my wallet away, sit down, put on my gloves, pull down my visor, pull the clutch lever, and rev the engine with straight pipes that blast loud noise between the booths. Kick the gear lever, rev the engine and let out the clutch. As I pull away I laugh at how throughly annoyed the toll collector was.