RagPicker

I was sitting in the second row of the bus; she got on at one of the stops and sat in the first row.  She had a bag of scavenged drink containers with her.  She turned around, gave me a big smile and patted my knee.  I was hooked.  She kept up a pleasant banter with the driver and the other passengers around her and when she left, she patted my knee again.  The driver excused her from paying a fare.  You can see her face in Flickr.

Playing with fire.