THE LINE BLURS

 

I ask the ticket woman why a regular (chicken) bus costs 3 soles more than the luxury night bus?

 

She says: “I don't sell tickets at night because I got me a man,” to which the two women behind the counter laugh and laugh. “You understand?”

 

“Yup, got it.”

 

After I buy the ticket, still holding onto my hand she says, “During the day we have more police to pay off.”

 

Usually there's a line between flirting and stealing, telling the truth and not, but not here.

Observations, After

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