Paula exited the bank turned film studio and giggled. This was amaze-balls fun! But her feet were starting to get sore from all the walking. Spotting a bus stop Paula decided to take a ride. She could change things as they went and rest her legs.
At the stop was a raggedly looking older couple. The man had frizzy white hair and wore a tattered denim jacket. The woman was dressed in torn jeans and a T-shirt. They were drinking from a bottle in a paper bag and passing a joint back and forth. Paula noted that the woman’s ratty hair was poorly colored to hide her grays. As the man handed the bottle to the woman Paula took a picture.
Reality shifted. Instead of the pair there were now two Hispanic women. One looked about forty and was cute for her age but a bit overweight. The other was gorgeous, maybe 25 with long black hair pulled neatly into a ponytail. They were dressed in house cleaner uniforms and carrying cleaning supplies.
“Um, what happened?” asked the older woman in a thick Spanish accent.
“I - I think we are supposed to clean houses now...”
“Oh. Do I have be a chica?” She frowned. But then a stoic look came over her face. “Si! I suppose now I must be a chica...”
The bus pulled up and the pair boarded. Paula filed in behind them.
Taking a look around the bus she scanned for targets.
There was a middle aged man in a suit.
There was a mother with two young children.
There was a group of teenagers, an African American boy and two Hispanic girls.
There was the driver, an obese middle aged woman.
She raised the camera at her her target.