I was walking down a side street in
Prague at 8am, on Friday morning. My goal was to drop off a little laundry
before the weekend and have it ready about lunch time. An unmarked lorry pulled
up beside me and the driver leaned over, and asked in Czech, either, “Do you
have a drink?” or “Do you want a drink?” He pretended to have a cup in his hand
and make a drinking gesture. I said no, he smiled, waved and drove off. As he drove
away I wondered how he came to the conclusion that I might be interested in
such a proposition. Was it that I was carrying a canvas bag full of dirty
laundry? Or, was it the fact that I was out and about at eight in the morning?
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