12 November 2007
Wait to be fare
“Why take chances if you see no hope? Why try if there is nothing to win for?”
Asks a txt message forwarded by a friend in faith.
“Sometimes, it pays to wait.” It went on…
Unfortunately, while almost everyone in the “Txting Capital of the World” has a keypad-worn-out cell phone, only some of them understand non-Pilipino figurative speech. Hence, in some weird connection, nobody waits anymore. Especially in PUJs.
Why in Madonna’s tits can’t some people wait in public vehicles? I know “Hudas Not Pay,” but come on, peeps, a little courtesy—or common sense, if you may—helps. Here are a few tips:
If your (only) seatmate has just got on the effing jeep, for blasted sakes at least let her blink first BEFORE demanding, "Bayad... Makikiabot nga." For one thing, we need to verify that it’s a human and not a be-legged fish roamind SLEX. So don’t go commoving the poor thing to get your measly fare across.
And when your money finally reaches the driver but it needs change, have the decency to wait for it. The guy’s not an ATM, you know. You can only be annoyingly persistent when (a) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination, (b) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination and you gave a 100- or 500-peso bill or (c) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination, you gave a 100- or 500-peso bill and the driver is 62 years old and two 20something ladies-in-short shorts are sitting beside him.
When getting off the ride, and it’s NOT National 100% Off On Tag Heuer Day, quit rushing. You’re in Manila and we don’t have a Disneyland here.
When your seatmate’s seatmate is dropping off, wait until there’s enough room for you to wiggle or grind your butt to the seat. Everyone deserves a comfy ride, yes, but wait at least a few more seconds to let some air soothe your genitals.
People, be civilized. It’s the least we can do to let barbarism stay in 13,000 BC.
Asks a txt message forwarded by a friend in faith.
“Sometimes, it pays to wait.” It went on…
Unfortunately, while almost everyone in the “Txting Capital of the World” has a keypad-worn-out cell phone, only some of them understand non-Pilipino figurative speech. Hence, in some weird connection, nobody waits anymore. Especially in PUJs.
Why in Madonna’s tits can’t some people wait in public vehicles? I know “Hudas Not Pay,” but come on, peeps, a little courtesy—or common sense, if you may—helps. Here are a few tips:
If your (only) seatmate has just got on the effing jeep, for blasted sakes at least let her blink first BEFORE demanding, "Bayad... Makikiabot nga." For one thing, we need to verify that it’s a human and not a be-legged fish roamind SLEX. So don’t go commoving the poor thing to get your measly fare across.
And when your money finally reaches the driver but it needs change, have the decency to wait for it. The guy’s not an ATM, you know. You can only be annoyingly persistent when (a) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination, (b) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination and you gave a 100- or 500-peso bill or (c) you’re 5 seconds away from your destination, you gave a 100- or 500-peso bill and the driver is 62 years old and two 20something ladies-in-short shorts are sitting beside him.
When getting off the ride, and it’s NOT National 100% Off On Tag Heuer Day, quit rushing. You’re in Manila and we don’t have a Disneyland here.
When your seatmate’s seatmate is dropping off, wait until there’s enough room for you to wiggle or grind your butt to the seat. Everyone deserves a comfy ride, yes, but wait at least a few more seconds to let some air soothe your genitals.
People, be civilized. It’s the least we can do to let barbarism stay in 13,000 BC.
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