“No, thank you, I have a backpack,” I said to the woman I thought said, “Give her a bag (bolsa).” She, puzzled, looked at me and said, “No, I said, give her a free soup (sopa).” Equally puzzled about why I, of all of the people in the line, might receive a gift of soup, I thanked her heartily. And all of the blocks home, I played a tune of bolsa sopa, sopa bolsa, bolsa sopa bolsa.
