Thursday, September 22, 2005

SHUTTLE

It seems that I've been taking the Makati-bound shuttles (for the vehicles aren't always the usual Tamaraw FX) long enough that certain fellow commuters have started to look familiar. And that's from someone as notoriously bad with faces (and names, actually) as myself.

I've even rudely taken the liberty of mentally assigning names for some of them. Like:

Angry Lady - she forever looks like she'll snap at anyone and everything. As much as possible, I try not to ask her to pass my fare over to the driver.

Living Dead - a dark, skeletal gentleman who apparently didn't get the memo that he was already deceased, and thus continues to report for work.

Girlzilla - who is as tall as she is wide. Like a mountain that alters the ecosystem around it, she can completely block the vehicle's air conditioning vent and leave the rest of us to a long, sweaty ride.

Incredible Bulk - a boy Girlzilla who makes things worse by hauling a gargantuan lunch box. And breathing loud.

Call Boy - in his metrosexual finest, the lad would whip out his phone and call up a girl. Apparently named Beyb. He would call Beyb, be disconnected after a few minutes, and call Beyb again. For the entire trip, he would say things like Beyb, let's just go na lang to Metrowok dis wikend, or Beyb naman, you mast nat du dat. If I could melt things with my mind, his cellphone would be the first to go. Then I'll try to melt him too.

Recently, a new character turned up at the shuttles. And I honestly hope he never shows up again.

I call him The Locomotive.

The guy sniffs twice. Then he snorts.

Sniffs twice. Then snorts.

Sniff-sniff. Snort.

Sniff-sniff. Snort.

Sniff-sniff. Snort...

Comments:
Hehe. Four words: Way. Too. Much Time. Makes you wonder if they'll ever get traffic right in this city, eh?
 
Yeah. Way. Too. Much. Time. Commuting that is. Heh.

Perhaps we should explore teleportation. Or, a cheaper alternative, being shot off to our destinations by catapult. ^_^
 
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