Yesterday morning, a
stout woman and her 'daughter' attempted to bully me. Attempted because it is
not like I will let any person bully me. I found the incident foolish. Why? She
was fighting for a seat. God. A seat.

By the time I had
arrived in the 'fx' terminal, a van to Monumento came. I opened the door of the
passenger seat and as I was about to aboard the van, this lady with a very
shrill voice shrieked at me, "Miss, dyan kamEEEEEE. Nagpahuli nga kami
para makaskay jan eh." (Miss, that's our seat . We have stayed behind so
we can sit there."

All the while I was
thinking why she was telling those things to me so my answer was, "Ano
naman ngayon?"

She hit the ceiling.
Hehe.  "Anong 'ano ngayon'? Kaya nga
kmi nagpahuli ksi jan kmi uupo!" Sheesh. Practically the same lines?

Realizing that it
was her way of saying it more than what she was trying to say that irritated me
so much, I couldn't hold my temper much longer. "My gosh woman, you're
fighting with me over a seat? Unsophisticated, uneducated, unlearned!"
With my dignity intact, I sat at the back.

I thought she was
about to retort again. Good thing she never did. I had prepared a speech for
her telling her that she acted like a street vendor and I don't fight with
street vendors who just had their first chance to sit in a van.

Goodness. Some
commuters ought to remember that if they are willing to kill for a seat, not
all people are like them. I for an example won’t waste my time and my pride
arguing for a well-used seat.  Give me a
golden seat worth a million and probably I will change my mind.

mood: annoyed music: dishwalla, somewhere in the middle tags: angst