Taxi Ride

It's been ages since I last rode on a taxi in Metro Manila. Last Saturday, I decided to NOT bring my car and see how I can manage both my date and my schedule for the day. In summary, I was able to keep my date and attend to all my tasks for the day.

Now, with the topic of the date (which I'm sure a lot of people are interested to know about) and my schedule aside, let's talk about my taxi ride.

The first taxi I hopped onto had to bring me from Glorietta to Pioneer Street. I took my position in a queue just to the side of the nearby Shoemart. There must be a corollary of Murphy's Law somewhere for taxis: if you're in a hurry and you're all sweaty because of the humid weather, you get the most dilapidated taxicab in the queue.

It was a very interesting taxi ride: it was noon and the airconditioning wasn't working well. Add to that a very cautious manong driver who seems 10 years past his retirement age. Rather than let myself be agitated by the situation, I just indulged in my situation.

Pretty soon, manong driver was trying to make kwento with me.

"Ay iho, ilang taon ka na?

"28 po. Mag-twenty-nine na sa March," I added further. I was fascinated by the holes on his dashboard.

"Ha?!" Manong driver beeps at an Altis which is trying to cut into his lane along EDSA.

"Bakit naman po kayo nabigla? I think I can see a bare wire through the hole in the dashboard.

"Mukha ka kasing mga bentsingko pa lang." Whoa!

"Ay nako manong (lolo?)" At this point I was trying to guess what's making the wheezing sound from the taxi's engine.

"Siguro madalas kang mag-s*x 'no?"

What the...

Manong driver continues, "Nakakabata kasi talaga yang s*x. Aba ako, dati...."

Okay, I won't tell word-for-word everything that he told me during that taxi ride. Let's just say that it was pretty amusing (and awkward) hearing about the sex life of a septuagenarian taxi driver.

Hahaha. Weirdest taxi ride I ever got.