the exchange

a man boarded the number 8 bus going downtown through the rear doors, sneaking on at main and east georgia. by this time its just me and the east side residents, so the group was fairly small and smeed to know each other quite well. They chatted as the one who sneaked on rummaged through his oakland raiders jacket. he found the attentive item and withdrew it from its captive state, I, still unable to see what it was. He spoke to his other groupees assumingly about purchasing the hostage item. The older gentleman in front of me with a blue baseball cap refused politely and exited the bus. He then asked the baggy pants guy accross the isle using the same head bobs, motions and grunts. he accepted, and there was the rummaging again only this time something came out: a large, moist, orange brick of cracker jack cheese emerged from the jacket, about two feet long, an industrial sized brick of cheese. Up it went in the middle of the isle raised by a singular hand slowly tilting towards the man in the baggy pants. As fast as indiana jones, the cheese was replaced with a blue five dollar bill, and the exchange was over. I then exited at hastings via the rear door.