sorts of ties, but not the kind I was looking for. When I finally thought I had located the right shop, I decided to go in and check. The driver refused to wait. Parking was prohibited, he said.
I promised to double the fare, jumped out and ran into the shop. Was I going to miss the plane just for a damned tie? The salesman was unbearably slow. When I realized that the smallest change I had was a ten dollar note , I grabbed ten ties of different colours so I wouldn’t have to wait for change.
I rushed out with the ties in a paper bag. On the street I looked around. The taxi had vanished, taking my suitcase. What is more, I was going to miss the plane.
I ran to the corner, and hope flared up again: the taxi was waiting in the next street. Quick to the airport! As I settled down inside the taxi. I sighed with relief.
Gilson was going to have enough initialized ties to last him a lifetime. When I reached the airport, I paid the taxi driver the double fare and grabbed my suitcase. Panting, I boarded the plane under the reproachful gaze of the other passengers, all primly seated with their seat belts fastened. Ready to take off.
Departure had been delayed because of me. “At least I hope you found your tie”, said one who knew the story. “I did”, I answered triumphantly. After making myself comfortable, I reached for the paper bag to show the ties.
I had left it behind; in the taxi. Fernando Sabino. H. Read the incident again and answer the following questions.
. What was the writer always asked to do whenever he planned to go abroad? . What did Gilson want the writer to bring for him?
. When did the writer remember the fact that he had to buy something for Mr. Gilson? .
Why were the other passengers in the flight gazing at the writer? . What is the humour element in the above incident? 10th - -