“Anything else, my friend?”
I was thinking he wasn’t my friend.
“Uh, a pack of camels.”
“One hump or two?”
He smiled disarmingly, his upper lip raised above an uneven row of three or four brown teeth. His joke was like an annoying song you can’t get out of your head. Except such songs fade in a day or two; I knew this joke would be with me forever.