Where I live, my flea market exploring
often involves a negotiating
I love that.
In fact, one of my favorite flea markets is so close to the border,
all cell phone service is international.
Let me just say, this requires having all of my
wits about me,
as I mentally go back to my high school Spanish classes
at Saint Mary’s Hall
in San Antonio.
My Spanish teacher in high school was blind
and excellent and demanding.
His wife , who never left his side throughout the period,
watched our every teenage move.
She could see, and she was excellent.
And so one day at the flea market,
when I saw this bust teetering on the asphalt,
in a pile of items,
near a very stern looking shopper,
I did a quick translation in my head.
“Con permiso. Si no lo quieres,
yo lo compro.”
If you do not want this,
I will buy it.
And then the wait begins…
tick tock, tick tock.
My mental gymnastics (in English) while waiting:
oh my gosh-I have got to have that-calm down Laura,
walk away slightly, smile, don’t stalk-
oh my gosh I have to have that-.
And so when I heard this voice say,
while handing me the bust,
I smiled and said
Which is the same
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