Dilemma

Picture this:

You're walking out of the dentist's office, half of your jaw heavily narcotized, when you suddenly realize that your bus pass has expired - and you don't have any change. A chilling panic uncomfortably arouses your senses in the freezing morning darkness. You're stuck right smack in the middle of Hafnarfjörður and the bus was your only chance of getting back to your suburban home. You're faced with two crappy options:

A) You walk many, many miles in sub-zero temperatures to your home,
B) You swallow your pride, you walk your speech impaired self to the nearest gas station and drooling, ask for change for a buck.

After a few moments' consideration - I chose B).