My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
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$500.00 and, every time <strong>the</strong>y see me, <strong>the</strong>y talk about that awful<br />
night.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r story from when I owned <strong>the</strong> travel agency involves an<br />
older lady. She did not have a car, so she asked someone to take<br />
her to Fall River, Massachusetts, about 12 miles from Bristol, so<br />
she could purchase a trip to <strong>the</strong> Azores. On her way back, she<br />
came to my <strong>of</strong>fice and asked me in Portuguese, “Do you have <strong>the</strong><br />
yellow forms so that I can get my vaccinations to travel to <strong>the</strong><br />
Azores?” I said that I did, and I asked her when she was leaving.<br />
When she replied that she was leaving next week, I asked her if she<br />
had already made her reservations. She told me that she had made<br />
her reservations at Farinha’s Travel Agency in Fall River. I started<br />
to laugh and she was bewildered.<br />
I asked her why she went to ano<strong>the</strong>r Travel Agency in Fall River,<br />
passing my <strong>of</strong>fice, to purchase a trip for <strong>the</strong> same price that I<br />
would charge. She replied that she didn’t know and that she didn’t<br />
think it would make a difference. I looked at her and said in<br />
Portuguese, “Do you realize that <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r travel agent made a<br />
commission when she sold you <strong>the</strong> trip and told you to come to me<br />
for <strong>the</strong> vaccination forms?”<br />
She looked regretful all <strong>of</strong> a sudden. She apologized and said<br />
Yvonne Farinha had told her that she had run out <strong>of</strong> vaccination<br />
forms and, since she lived in Bristol, she could go to Fred<br />
Pacheco’s Agency to get <strong>the</strong>m. I jokingly told her, “You have to<br />
go to St. Elizabeth’s Church downtown and go to Fa<strong>the</strong>r Diogo for<br />
a confession.” She didn’t quite pick up on my joke, and she asked<br />
if I thought what she did was a sin. Again, jokingly, I said, “Not a<br />
mortal sin, so, in memory <strong>of</strong> my fa<strong>the</strong>r who was a very generous<br />
man, I will still give you <strong>the</strong> form for free, even though it cost me<br />
10 cents.” I believe she actually went to confession, though, and<br />
told <strong>the</strong> priest what I had said. Of course, I happen to be very good<br />
friends with Fa<strong>the</strong>r Diogo, so I felt compelled many times to ask<br />
him if she had indeed gone for confession. But, naturally, he was<br />
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