Nica Nice

Last night I had to take one of our volunteers (another former RPCV!) to the local bus station to get a ticket to Costa Rica. There are two bus stations in town that make a one way trip there and one of them has Masaya's version of Lance Armstrong as the sole proprietor and ticket salesman for the local branch of the company. He's Nica nice. That is a compliment. So last night after the ticket was bought and we got home, my friend found out that the time wouldn't work and that he had to change to the early departure hour. I called the guy and asked him if that would be possible and he said that it would and to just swing by the office at 10 in the a.m. So this morning about 15 minutes ago -6:45ish- there was a knock on the door. I was potting plants in the back and decided to let one of the other folks that was up (most everyone gets up early on fridays, it's Zoo day!) get the door. Then I got a yell "josh it's for you." So I went and checked the door and it was the ticket rep. He handed me the new ticket and said "that's all your friend will need, have a good day" and then took off. WHO DOES THAT? Nica folk do that!