(Columbia Heights. A woman walks up to a few of us waiting for the bus. She speaks to a gal with a laundry basket to her left.)
WOMAN: Excuse me, you gotta lighter?
(She doesn't have a lighter. She turns to a guy on her right.
WOMAN: You got a light?
(He doesn't have a light. She looks to a couple Hispanic guys in front of her, sitting next to me.)
WOMAN: Fuego? Fire?
HISPANIC: We don't have a light.
(She leaves, and laughter ensues.)
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