I was riding the MRT to work a little while and once again, meron na namang nagtry sumingit sa akin sa linya. It was a department store sales lady this time. It was the usual situation where the line was curving that gave the people a rationale that maybe they can get away making a line of their own on the opposite direction. But this lady, oh, it’s the classic sneaky fucker move. Where you take advantage of the buildup of people trying to find order in the end of the line. Next thing I know, she was in front of me. Slowly inching her way to the space between me and the one in front of me.
I gave here the tap on the shoulder, the stern look, and the finger pointing at the back.
She was a tough one mind you. Face didn’t budge even with the weight of her felony to society being pointed out.
It’s not that people in Metro Manila don’t know how to fall in line, they do. It’s just that the urge of getting away with things‑if they can-is stronger most of the time.
On board, there was this hyperactive kid who sang in a sing song way, maroon 5’s This love, which I liked, considering how it has been played to death at my office. The kid breathed new life to the song, reminding me it was a good one. Natch.
Jordan 110204/945am
Experiences and musings in metro manila while commuting, and then some.
