There are some days when I feel like an action star. But I'm not the one to blame for having those feelings.
I was recently transferred to our Makati office and the commute to and from the office has been, to put it mildly, very unpleasant.
Let's put it this way: You are walking down to the East Service Road to catch the bus to work. You're glad that you're early, at about 8pm. But you realize there are many others waiting for the bus too.
15 minutes pass and you're still at the exact spot waiting for the stupid bus. By now, you are part of the crowd, one among the many vulture-eyed citizens who are secretly wondering where the bus is and how to get on it when it arrives.
Then, as if you're seeing a mirage, the bus arrives. It isn't fancy; it's downright rickety and old. But the most depressing sight is it looks like a box of sardines, with a lot of people standing up and others clinging on to dear life while hanging on to the bus' doors.
As if on cue, you start running towards the moving bus and so does the rest of the crowd. By sheer luck and adrenaline, you manage to grab hold of a railing, haul yourself up and be part of the masses sweating it out inside.You pay for your ticket and wait till you arrive at a bus stop along EDSA. Along the way, you pray that the Lord God delivers you from this misery or otherwise makes you learn to treat it as a normal part of growing up.
Obviously, what I just described is a scene typical of rush hours. There are also times when I could comfortably ride a bus minus the aggravations brought by a stampede of people in corporate garb. But those times are few and far between.
Oh well, this is life. No wonder then people in Metro Manila can be so morose at times.
I was recently transferred to our Makati office and the commute to and from the office has been, to put it mildly, very unpleasant.
Let's put it this way: You are walking down to the East Service Road to catch the bus to work. You're glad that you're early, at about 8pm. But you realize there are many others waiting for the bus too.
15 minutes pass and you're still at the exact spot waiting for the stupid bus. By now, you are part of the crowd, one among the many vulture-eyed citizens who are secretly wondering where the bus is and how to get on it when it arrives.
Then, as if you're seeing a mirage, the bus arrives. It isn't fancy; it's downright rickety and old. But the most depressing sight is it looks like a box of sardines, with a lot of people standing up and others clinging on to dear life while hanging on to the bus' doors.
As if on cue, you start running towards the moving bus and so does the rest of the crowd. By sheer luck and adrenaline, you manage to grab hold of a railing, haul yourself up and be part of the masses sweating it out inside.You pay for your ticket and wait till you arrive at a bus stop along EDSA. Along the way, you pray that the Lord God delivers you from this misery or otherwise makes you learn to treat it as a normal part of growing up.
Obviously, what I just described is a scene typical of rush hours. There are also times when I could comfortably ride a bus minus the aggravations brought by a stampede of people in corporate garb. But those times are few and far between.
Oh well, this is life. No wonder then people in Metro Manila can be so morose at times.
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