Witt's Twaddle

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Posted in Everyday by Witt on January 5, 2010

Watch check: 6:12am. It’s the second workday of the year twenty-ten and my service to work, the shuttle bus of Sandiganbayan, is not available, again. My dad used to hitch a ride with the same shuttle when he was still working in Quezon City. When I transferred to Makati, I tried it out. It regularly leaves Pacita at around 6am. A little early, also a lot cheaper 🙂 My brother’s friend’s father is the bus manager. That is why I had the luxury of its services even though I am not connected with Sandiganbayan. They said the shuttle will be out till Thursday. Bummer!

I took the public utility bus this morning. I used to love riding public buses. During my college years, I took the bus everyday. I remember one time, on my way to school, the bus left the terminal at capacity. As it usually is. While crusin’ by Biñan, we picked up some more passengers. Bus stop by bus stop. Therefore, they’re packing the bus like a can of sardines. A young lady, a working girl, stood by my seat. Not because she wanted to but because there was nowhere else to go. As the bus moved along, she asked me if she could sit on my arm rest. I offered my seat instead but she insisted that the latter was fine. So she did. She was fine by the way. In her bank uniform, short skirt, of course. Her scent, Clinique Happy, placed me in a state of trance. That was the best bus ride of my teen years.

Today’s a different story. The bus got full as we went along the adjacent subdivisions in our area. Two men came up. The first, an office dude, by the look of his polo barong, he took the floor by the driver. The second, clutched a small ragged backpack with a demeanor of a construction worker, he chose to stand by my seat. See, I’m a big guy. So I take space and my shoulders most of the time stretches out of the bus seats. Imagine this, of all the length of the bus’ aisle, why did this dude choose that particular spot? Add to it that my left shoulder is protruding outward to the aisle from the narrow seat. The guy was conveniently leaning on me. Plus he wreaked the stench of cement. It could have been okay if I were headed home. But I’m not. I hated it. But if it were my seatmate from the previous paragraph, who am I to complain?

By the way, I wrote this blog as it was happening. Listening to Soundgarden who in fact are reuniting after twelve years. Yey!

Got off the bus at Buendia bus stop. Watch check: 7:24am.

9:27pm, 5 January 2010.

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