Show Me the Way to Go Home
on Me Talk Pretty One Day (Malawi), 14/Oct/2008 10:03, 34 days ago
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“Do you guys need a taxi?” asked the man hopefully as he stumbled toward us, car keys jangling in one hand, cup of beer sloshing in the other.Through the gloom of late evening she looked at him with those sincere brown eyes of hers—eyes that would put even the most sober of men at her mercy—and asked, “Are you drinking beer?”The man looked at his cup, thought for a small moment, and then assured us that he was.“Why,” she continued with sweet innocence, “are you drinking beer?”And with the honesty of a man too inebriated to read the expressions on the faces staring back at him, he answered:“Because I am feeling sleepy, and beer helps to wake me up.”“No,” she smiled, “We don’t need a taxi.”
