Jeepney Chronicles

Well I ended my uber-long vacation this Easter Sunday. So I packed my bags and took a jeepney back to Makati. Now as I told you in my earlier blog, there’s lots of pasaways in Makati jeepneys. And today, I encountered another pasaway.

Did you guys notice those dirty kids climbing jeepneys with their homemade drums, one of them even giving the passengers envelopes with “PENGE PO TULONG” words written in Alibata script (even my doctor wouldn’t understand them)? And then the kid sitting on the estribo would play his drum and sing a really weird song that sounded like a cross between Ashley Simpson and Benny Lava? I tell you, those kids are perfect WTF moments that will spoil a good day, but hearing them sing those songs that cannot be understood by normal men is a good distraction from those awful “Tinagalog” songs from the jeepney’s loud FM’s. More than once I told those kids “Alam mo boy, bibigyan sana kita kung naintindihan ko yung kanta mo” (“You know kid, I’ll give you money if you could sing something that I will understand”).

Okay, back to my story. There is this kid that climbed the jeepney and asked for some loose change. I don’t feel generous, while I’m also carrying two bags plus a bundle of aluminum pipes so I couldn’t dig my hand on my pockets. But then this kid eyed my bag. Sticking on the side of my bag is a bottle of Zesto Cola. Suddenly, without warning, the damned kid snatched the Zesto Cola bottle from my bag! I was shocked, and so were the passengers.

I was more shocked when the kid opened the bottle of cola and took a big gulp from it. Because, you guessed it, the bottle didn’t contain Zesto cola. I used that empty plastic bottle to safely transport 500 milliliters of highly-potent plastic varnish that I will use on my next gun project. The idiot didn’t even smell the liquid, and in his excitement, and maybe deep thirst, he drank at least half the bottle’s content. He spat out the remnants from his mouth and threw the bottle away, but I don’t know how much varnish he swallowed.

He looked at me, disgust and amusement written on his face. And since I’m a little pissed because the bastard wasted the varnish which would have been used for Em’s BAR machine gun, I did the best thing while the jeepney sped away.

I gave him a middle finger.

Happy Easter…motherfucker. XD

Story taken from: Gene Akizuki’s Blog