Finally, I mumble as the bus pulls up.
“30 euros señorita”. Steep, but I expected it. It’s a two hour drive to the village closest to my aunt’s villa. Her boyfriend is picking me up from there. As I’m reaching into my bag I sense something isn’t in order. Shit, I left my purse on the last bus.
“Oh, sorry, I seems to have misplaced my purse” As soon as the words leave my mouth the bus driver hastily closes the doors and pulls out. Fuck. I’ll have to call my aunt and get a lift from here. So much for being independent. Oh no, no no no! My phone dies in my hand as I dial the number. Shit.
Just then, a taxi pulls up. “A lady like you shouldn’t be alone this late in a place like this” he jeers, “you need a ride?” “My phone died” I shout back, “do you think I could use your phone for a minute?” “No can do miss, but I can give you a ride, where are you headed?” “I misplaced my purse, I can’t pay you, lll just wait till someone walks by and ask can I use their phone, thanks”