Just as I was heading upstairs to wash up, a faint clapping (the way of summoning attention here) and saw a long-haired 10-11 year old boy with his bicycle in our driveway. This is unusual.
He was selling raffle tickets for Colegio Pinares (a few blocks from here) and he had a nice jacket with the emblem of the school, so I gave him 50 pesos (~USD 1.25) for one. He awkwardly wrote the ticket number with his pencil – his fifth customer, I noted – then squatted to try to write on the concrete in the driveway, finally retreating to the bicycle seat as backing where he managed to complete his data collection – my first name and telephone number.
Only back inside did I look at what I had bought a raffle ticket for: a basket of candies.
For once I am grateful that I never win these things.
