And Then, To the Dismay of Our Mothers, Liz and I Somehow Hitchhiked Across a Developing Nation

Somehow, the juxtaposition of the scent of alcohol, heavy Spanish accent, and string of obscenities leaving his mouth made me doubt this. Perhaps I was right, because when the bus stopped, somehow, Liz’s bag ended up out of her hands and off of the bus. Luckily, the driver managed to get the bag back and nothing was stolen.