Metro

Worn-out from my shift and harassed by dysmenorrhea, I decided to take a cab home. Normally my stingy self would manage a couple of jeepney rides, but the heat has just been unbearable these last few weeks. Its Sunday afternoon in Eastwood, so finding a taxi should be easy.

Cab Ride

Halfway through the ride home, I see the meter is off. This is just great. I’m about to have a heatstroke, and now I have to deal with this driver.

This scene starts playing in my head…

I give the driver a hundred pesos.
Cab Driver: Pakidagdagan na lang po.
Me: Eh magkano po ba gusto niyo?

When what I really want to say is…

Me: Huh? Araw araw ako sumasakay ng taxi papasok at pauwi, dapat may sukli pa yang isang daan ko. Oportunistang matanda!

Knowing myself, I was pretty sure I would give him another twenty and just be thankful he got me home safely.

Here’s what really happened…

I hand him a hundred pesos.
The driver notices he never touched the meter.
Cab Driver: Magkano po ba binabayad niyo pag sumasakay kayo?
Me: Eighty po.
The driver takes out his bills and attempts to give me twenty pesos.
This surprises me.
Me: Wag na po.
Cab Driver: Hindi po. Eto sukli niyo.
Me: Hindi na. Ok na po.
Ashamed of myself, I get off the cab and start walking to my compound.

I am evil. Its Easter Sunday and I’m making up bad people in my head.