Aiko. Tales of Full Contact. Part 1 Businessman

I was at the bar watching the World Cup. A Chinese guy was being noisy. A Filipino girl sat with him. She was beautiful. They were negotiating. The talk distracted me from the game. I heard everything.

- I wouldn’t give fifty. Twenty is what I pay you.

- I can’t. I really can’t. I have kids. I have to buy milk and food for them.

- No. Twenty is what I pay. Fifty is too much. You charge too much. Twenty is ok. Fifty, no.


I opened my purse. Took out $50. I like kids. I couldn’t stand them.


- Excuse me? Excuse me? Give me your $20. Give me your $20. Ok. Here is your fifty. Ok?

I smiled and nodded.

- Good?

He walked away with her. I went back to the game.

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2 days later I was having dinner with some business friends at a nice Korean family restaurant.

A man approached the table.

- Excuse me? I believe I owe you something.

I looked at him.

Nothing.

- No. I don’t think we’ve met.

- No, no.. I met you at the bar. I owe you.

- You owe me? No. I don’t know you. Please leave. I’m having dinner with my friends.

- Remember the...

I set my fork down. He stopped talking. I stared at him. The table went quiet.

Blink.

- If you don’t get the fck out of here, I’m calling security. Go.

He turned and walked away. My friends asked who he was.

I don’t know.

Just noise.

Trying to stick.