I was meaning to go to work early today. I got up early, readied myself and headed to work when an unfortunate thing happened. Well, it was actually a series of unfortunate things. When I reached the Cubao Jeepney Station with a route from Cubao going to Rosario, because it will pass through Citibank, Libis, I took few steps going to the jeepney in-halt. My brain wasn’t working that well because based on everyday experience, I don’t have to exhaust much of it. I was about to ride the jeepney but suddenly I was captured by the idea that the jeepney might not be heading for Rosario and that it might go elsewhere. So I stepped back. And when I did so, the conductor (aka assistant to the jeepney driver) was howling “Citibank, Citibank.” I couldn’t get back there because I felt a sort of non-voluntary shame. I couldn’t go back there because I already stepped back and that meant that people in that jeepney had assumed that I had a different route to take. And going back there would only mean affirmation of my being rubbish for not having had my most basic and most common sense!
After three minutes of waiting, a jeepney stopped and I rode there. Again, I wasn’t sure about its route but I relied on my guts and instincts. When we were about 200 meters away, I reached a P50 bill so the driver would ask me where I was heading. And indeed, he did. I exclaimed, “Citibank po.” But the driver said, “Sorry miss, ‘di na ako aabot dun.” And he returned my money, got off the jeepney and walked back to the jeepney station which was about 200 meters.
Upon reaching there, another jeepney was there. The driver was shouting, “Ever, Ever.” And so to make sure, I had to ask back again, “Ever?” And then the driver said, “Ever!” So I went into the jeepney. About a hundred and fifty meters, I reached the same P50 bill and said, “Citibank po.” The driver laughingly said, “Naku! Akala ko Ever Commonwealth kayo. Dapat yung Ever Rosario yung sasakyan niyo.” And then I got my money back and hurriedly walked back again! I was already irritated because the MWSS crew were whistling at me because they had already seen me riding on and off the jeeps, and walk back to the station. Plus the sun was so hot. It pinched my skin up to its subcutaneous fat! Ugh!
When I reached the station for the third time, I saw a big bulk of crowd waiting for the Cubao-Rosario jeepneys. It was already 10:30 in my watch (meaning I had consumed almost 45 minutes of playing with my mocking gods). 10:30 am. Meaning, I was already 30 minutes late. So I had to walk back another 200-300 meters to the other jeepney stop. So I did it. My sweat was already drooping. I felt that my daily make up already melted! I wanna rush to work so I could feel the cool breeze of the office fan plus the centralized air conditioner. While I was totally mad, good thing, a jeepney with a sign Cubao-Rosario passed by! And luckily only the wife of the driver was on the front seat so I seated there beside her. I asked her, “May jeepney strike po ba ngayon? Ang konti lang kasi ng Cubao-Rosario na mga jeepney.” She replied, “Ha? Wala. Traffic lang.”
How come I don’t know this? How come it seems that traffic jam has not gotten into my nerves yet? There must be something wrong with me. Or with my brain cells? Bluff.