Ouma: What are you calling a cab for? You’re wasting such a lot of money. I can walk!
Me: …You can walk 100 blocks?
Ouma: Fine. Let’s take a bus.
Me: Ouma, really. We can just call a car.
Ouma: Come! I want to see the city like a local.
As we get on the bus, my subway card stops working. Or ran out of money. Or something.
The driver looks from me to my grandmother as Ouma and I discuss what to do.
Then he smiles.
Him: Is it her birthday?
Me: …no.
Him: Tell me it’s her birthday.
Me: …It’s her birthday (?)
Him: Ok, just come on. Birthday girls get on free.
