When he had finished his beer, the owner of the Pig, who happened to be checking the til receipts for the day before said:
“Another one, Craig?” and gave the glass to one of the barmaids.
“You’re going home tomorrow, aren’t you? Have you got a taxi booked yet?”
“Yes, Lek said it would be here for six pm. My flight is at eleven thirty.”
“I thought so. Have you enjoyed yourself? Good, good. Look, there’s a bloke staying here, Michael, I don’t know whether you’ve met him, nice chap, but he says he’s having trouble getting a taxi at the right price. Would you let him share yours for half the fare?
You’d be helping him out. Company for you too, if you’re going up
alone. What do you think?”
“Yes, al right. Tell him that the
