first class tickets

the other day, my friend and i were returning from a remote village
back to a larger town. we were waiting for our tro-tro to fill, so we
set our bags on a seat and then sat outside on a bench. it was market
day in this small village, and we watched as people loaded up the
tro-tro with their purchases.
a couple of goats were tied up and stuck under the back seat. a
basket of chickens was tossed on the roof. a few bags of yams were
thrown on top. then the driver asked if he could move our bags forward
a few rows in the tro-tro. we said it was no problem, but why?
he was worried that the live goats he was tying on the roof of the
tro-tro would urinate on us.
when they finally got the eight or so goats tied (by a single rope
around the neck) to the rack on top of the van, we were ready to go.
15-20 people climbed in. 4-5 climbed on the roof. and off we went.
over every single bump we heard the goats cry.
every so often the driver would look back to make sure none of the
goats (or people, for that matter) had fallen off.
two hours later, we alighted, and it's probably best i didn't look to
see the condition of our goat friends tied on the roof.