No box today, but maybe tomorrow
Vicky, loyal readers might remember, shines and cleans shoes on Linking Road, which is not far from my house. A rickshaw ride there costs about $.25, which is the starting rate for all rides. Vicky wasn’t there, but I met a guy who claimed to be his brother. Amand was his name. I was scouting for Vickey when Amand came up to me and asked to clean my shoes. I could see he wasn’t Vicky, so I ignored him. Being a white guy on the street, I am constantly accosted by anybody. Women and children begging, guys selling anything, people wanting me to come to their shops. Rickshaw drivers consistently pull up next to me thinking that just because I’m white I’ll need a ride. So when this unknown shoe cleaner guy started talking to me, I ignored him. I’m always ignoring people because I hate being singled out for being I’m white. I’m more comfortable shopping when I’m not accosted by salesmen. I hate high-pressure sales tactics and feeling forced into anything. A reason to not go to strip clubs, I...