Many countries have street kids. Some just are beggar kids, some are selling some junk souvenirs, many offer food while cars are stopped in traffic.
Usually they are depressing or irritating or both.
One Costa Rica street kid still brings a smile to my face with his sales pitch and attitude.
The weather was windows-down weather. We were just on the outskirts of San Jose heading to the airport to come home. I stopped at a traffic light and was first in line for the street kid.
He marched up to the car holding toward me a bag of cookies and started rattling of who-knows-what in Costa Rican.
You can’t beat a street kid, they have heard and seen it all.
When I responded, no entiendo, (I don’t understand in Spanish Spanish) he upped his volume about two levels and looked me dead in the eyes and said perfectly:
What he didn’t add was: