Dear Mr. Chubby Sube Man,
(to preface, a Sube card is like a pre-paid debit card you can use on the busses, trains, and subways of Buenos Aires. Otherwise you need to have coins to ride all these lovely modes of transportation and coins are pretty difficult to come by. Sube cards are useful as shit but apparently impossible to get)
Que boludo! I really enjoyed waiting 2.5 hours in line under drippy AC units and being stared at by a little Argentinian girl with a juice box the size of a small boulder. While the side conversations with the older married couple was mildly enjoyable, the real treat was when you came down the line and profiled me and my friends for being Americans. No, coño, you were not magically out of Sube cards after the person in front of us, no we couldn't come back tomorrow, and no we were not leaving just because you told us to.
I write this with sore feet and a growing dislike for the ridiculousness that can be the Argentinian government.
Sincerely,
Jordan
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