A Village—DAY
There is a small cluster of souvenir and food stands near the canal. Some people are pushing out of a bar with drinks. I go in and ask the bartender where the boat ramp is. He says the pull out spot is on the outskirts of town. I have come too far and must double back.
I decide I better grab a quick bite because I am suddenly hungry. There is a pizza stand and a woman is buying slices for her kids. The woman behind the counter charges her almost thirty bucks. She only has a few singles and asks why it’s so much. A slice is only a dollar. The woman explains that only the first slice is a dollar, after that they go up to $9. The woman says “Fuck that!” and makes her kids give back the slices.
The woman looks to me to order. And I say, “Fuck that too!” and head off. I really should get to the Sailor anyway.
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