Waiting for the last
stragglers,
G left the Seoul tour
bus again and resumed negotiations.
The street
merchant had started at $10,
And G had gotten
him down to $2,
Before returning
to the bus.
Now G returned to
resume battle.
The vendor was not
interested in the game.
G returned to the
bus again, not terribly disappointed.
And I? I was
ready to stamp.
“What the fuck is
the matter with you G?
The guy makes his
miserable living selling cheap trinkets,
And you humiliate
the poor son-of-a-bitch
In front of the
other street hawkers,”
Is what I should
have said.
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