Tuesday, August 17, 2004
BALLS AWAY
Just this evening, I saw a girl (perhaps fresh from college and in her first few months in some call center) with another female officemate/friend beside a squidball cart.
Call center girl was vigorously waving her stick of five squidballs up and down. She was either trying to let it cool faster, or experimenting with a flamboyant technique for spreading the flavored gaw-gaw sauce.
Of course, any kid from the streetfood-eating class would instinctively know shaking a stick of squidballs was a no-no.
Because aside from squidballs on a stick, you'd also get two squidballs-shooting-off-the-stick-and-bouncing-on-muddy-Makati-curb.
Call center girl was vigorously waving her stick of five squidballs up and down. She was either trying to let it cool faster, or experimenting with a flamboyant technique for spreading the flavored gaw-gaw sauce.
Of course, any kid from the streetfood-eating class would instinctively know shaking a stick of squidballs was a no-no.
Because aside from squidballs on a stick, you'd also get two squidballs-shooting-off-the-stick-and-bouncing-on-muddy-Makati-curb.
