I can handle this. |
Often, it’s just a matter of the ticket taker having insufficient small bills – which, frankly, amount to a pittance in coins back home. Eventually, though, there’s something about the principle that rankles.
A week of riding behind me, I’m becoming a familiar face. As the ticket taker fanned himself with a large stack of bills this morning, he doled change out to all the locals.
I laughed, and flashed him a knowing smirk.
After rounding up his next line of customers, he came back and deposited a 1,000 VND note into my hand and waved a teenager out of a seat.
He smiled, and pointed me over to it.
I’ll take that as my welcome to Hanoi.
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