Hard Saturday night

It was a Saturday night, I was bored at home and I had been invited to a party in a friend’s house in Banfield. I wasn’t sure whether to go there or not. The distance and the money I’d have to spend made me doubt about it. Late at night I decided to go, so I took a bath and rushed to the railway station. Fortunately, I could catch the last train. There were no inconveniences; everything was alright up to Quilmes, where the train stopped. A person had committed suicide by throwing himself onto the railway tracks. For this reason, the train had to stop until the police arrived, and moved the corpse. I was running myself into trouble. As it was getting late and the place was unknown to me. I did what most of people did. I went to a bus stop, stood in a long queue and waited for the bus. The problem was that I hadn’t enough coins to pay. I needed change and there wasn’t any open shop where to get some. I walked two blocks to the nearest drugstore, got the change, and on the way back to the bus stop I saw the bus running off with everybody in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought there was a curse on me. Desperate as I was, I began walking for a taxi. After walking a few blocks, I could catch one. We made an arrangement and he took me to the party for twenty pesos. It was quarter past four. Resentfully, I walked towards James’ house, which was in complete darkness. No sooner had I stepped in front of the door that read a notice on it that said “girls, we are in Tom’s house in Lanus”.
I took the first bus home with the last pesos I had. I arrived home at half a past six, exhausted, moody and penniless. I could finally say home sweet home, from now on no more parties, trains, buses, or even taxi cubs for me.

Ignatius Reilly.