Whoa

It happens, it happens.

I was riding on the front bench of a jeep on the way home when a theft occurred. We were at the Dacudao flyover, waiting for the green light, I was there blankly staring at the road ahead when a woman at the back gave a shriek, "Kawatan! Kawatan!"

When we all glanced at the back, at the woman, the burglar was long gone. That was fast, uncannily fast.

Afterwards, the woman kept cursing at the person who stole her cellphone and was trying to appear nonchalant at the loss, convincing the other passengers that the phone was a very old phone and the burglar would probably not profit from it as much as he'd hoped.

Still, that incident pretty much unnerved all of us and I endured the rest of the trip, clutching at the zipper of my bag, eyeing the girl on the right suspiciously.

Other stories I've heard of were more fortunate. One of this was concerning Corinne, a colleague at work, who shared her own story during a lunch break. She was sitting in the jeep when she couldn't help but feel the guy beside her fumbling with something under his bag and hers. That alarmed her and she brought the attention of everyone to her by saying something ( which, for the life of me, I cannot remember. Jeesh.). That might have broken the will of the would-be perpetrator and the man, whoever he was, fled the scene by riding off the jeep.

It happens, it happens.