I was in a church and there was a handsome fellow behind me. I tried to sit down, but every bench was broken. I peeked into my backpack and I found a pack of cigarettes, I opened it and there were two joints inside. I was glad to find them, and thought about smoking them when I was back home. Then the handsome fellow told us he could fix the chairs in a moment. He grabbed the chairs, sat down with his tools, and then laughed very hard. It was a sincere, loud laugh for no reason, and it was surprisingly non-creepy and contagious. He fixed the chairs quite fast and went on creating a little wooden chest. It was nice, if a bit rustic. I asked him how much, he said 55 pesos. "In materials?" I asked, "No, final price" he said with a proud smile. I felt bad for him selling his work so cheaply