Ten rounds, and the target would be hit, that would be around 2T. 1, 5 for refueling and five hundred for the rent. We were just discussing the life of Kuya driver, a futile attempt to override my migraine.
It was near Metro Colon when he shouted, “Naog lang, Nang.” So I also peeped on what's going on. There was a “crazy woman” boarding in the jeep.
“Andok's ra ko.” she said.
“Diko nako mo-adto sa Andok.” Kuya driver retorted. Kindly take note of Andok and Andok's.
“Mabolo ka.” The woman concluded.
Yeah, it was true, yet Kya Driver said that the “supot” she brought along were “baho.” And he would take offense for the passengers.
“Naog lang lagi. Sa sunod nga jeep sakay!”
“Don't you know, Messiah ko? Now, go!” she said.
We laughed except Kya Driver since obviously, it was not the first time.
“Naog lagi!”
“Artista ko! Presidentiable! Buang ka!” she mumbled unrecognizable words upon descending from the jeep.
I spotted the dos por dos in one of the supot. And expected, she slammed the rear of the jeep. I wanted to laugh loudly, but Kya Driver was there. And he was furious. He got his own dos por dos and dismounted too. And action drama, it was. I wanted a close look. Yet for once, I wanted to be a nonparticipant (wa koy dospordos). And one of the passengers even showed his Canon SLR to document the scenes. (Nasuya ko sa cam, grrr)
One of the tanod said, “Pasensyahi nalang. Babay man jud, buang pa jud.” Yet Kya Driver will not settle for that. I even saw her waiving her hands as Kya Driver started the engine with an imitation of a distortion-painting face.
He said he would come back.
McArthur?
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