She said she bumped into a man on the street because she slept while walking. I’m not sure if it’s possible, but by her looks, I can tell she wasn’t joking nor was she in the mood to make one. It was already passed midnight. To make ends meet she has to sell chicharon during daytime then balot at night. After finishing all balot in the basket I said, “Here, and keep the change.” She managed a faint smile, took the basket and walked away….