There’s a retired teacher that comes to our office to sell fancy jewelry. I call her Tita Mila. Her pieces are very nice and not so common. Every time she comes she manages to sell me something until I finally told her jokingly that we’re at war so that I won’t look at her pieces. It’s really hard for me not buy something whenever she shows me nice pieces. She’s very good at convincing me that this pair of earrings looks good on me, the bracelet is a very good buy, and the ring fits my finger very nicely. In fairness, she’s usually right. Good thing I’ve become so busy with work lately that I don’t have time to entertain her.
Passenger Talesstories about my experiences as a traveler and passenger
