Monday, June 13, 2011

anecdote # 182 - the slender boy

the Moroccan rug salesman brought us off the train to his home,
introduced his son, off school today,
instructed: bring us tea.

the man left. the boy confided,
I'm not his son. not allowed school. I'm his slave.
we bailed.


Lodo Grdzak said...

Glad to hear that (by which I mean, you bailed).

Pearl said...

yeah, good call even if it meant hiking back to the direction of town, and train station and sleeping in wee hours at a little portico waiting for a train that would come sometime unknown.

hucksters find suckers.