Sunday, September 14, 2008

During a moment of breath

September the 3rd at 4:58pm in an empty food shop with a ton of flies.

He sets down a Pepsi and fails to acknowledge that I ordered a Coke; I decide to do the same.

The Pad Thai looks unlike any other Pad Thai I've ever eaten (and I WAS just here a month ago), but approval morphing into Fandom takes only as long as the 1st bite.

Buses nonchalantly roll by and I wonder if that English drag queen was on any of them. She found me just as I was losing her to ethnic confusion. But of course, she was British; they always are. Anyone over 35 dragging a suitcase in a 3rd world country is always British, in my experience. I shouldn't be surprised anymore.

Her accent was neither comforting nor agitating as she replayed her perilous tale of requesting the bus station but receiving a travel agency as the driver's destination of choice. The F-bomb is dropped at least once, quietly, aggressively, and not by me.

I forget that I've only just arrived and tell her Yes, I'm pretty sure you just take a left down there and within a block or two should see what looks like a bus station.

To the right? Not sure, but I know I saw a bus to the left.

She pulls her suitcase left.

Within the next 10 minutes, three buses come from the right.

The Pepsi is delicious. The man is nice...

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Blogger kjentzen said...

thats funny. just by reading this i perfectly imagine the expression on your face as this whole things unfolds.

enjoy

3:34 PM  

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