During a moment of breath
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...