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Imagine a bus bound for Los Baños. Imagine me in it. Imagine me getting my fare from my wallet. Picture me staring at the bill I was holding.
Keep that thought for 10 more seconds.
Now, imagine me s-l-o-w-l-y handing the money to the ticket guy, all the while still staring at it.
Yeah, that's what I looked like this morning, and I am *not* exaggerating. If the conductor were an anime character, it would be safe to guess that he had a sweatdrop on his head, and he' be thinking, "What the hell's wrong with this girl?!"
The reason for my odd behavior is my "trauma" (mind the quotes).
See, two weeks ago, I was on my way to LB, and I was --- as I always am when going to LB --- totally sleepy. I paid to the ticket guy, and he tells me that he'll give my change later when the other passengers have paid their fare. He says he doesn't have loose change since it's so~ early in the morning. I nod, and I eventually fall asleep.
I was jerked awake by my subconscious screaming "COLLEGE!" at me. We were already in Olivarez (this is where I get off), and nearly everyone getting off the bus have already...well, gotten off the bus. So I hurriedly run my fingers through my now-disheveled hair, and grab my bag, and run for the door. When I finally remember that I was supposed to get change, the bus was already gone.
Oh well, I thought, there's charity for you. After all, that was just loose change. So, I shrug it off, and I got on a jeepney, taking out what coins I have.
Reality hit me like a 10-wheeler truck, and I swear, I felt all my blood go up from my toes to my brain.
Instead of seeing around 900+ pesos in my wallet, I saw a single 500 peso bill. It was then that I remembered that my dad had given me two P500 bills instead of the usual hundreds. That meant I paid P500 to the ticket guy. That means I just donated four hundred and twenty-two pesos to the bus line.
"Crap."
Was it my fault that my allowance that week was suddenly chopped in half? Yes.
Was it entirely my fault that my allowance that week was suddenly chopped in half? I don't think so.
I mean, seriously. Being in the business, you'd think they already know that people will not have small bills early in the morning, expecially on a Monday. Shouldn't they be prepared? I'm pretty sure they have change from yesterday's earnings, right?
Thus, dear readers, that explains my behavior this morning. I was making sure that I was handing the man a hundred pesos, not 500.
Yeah, I didn't care if that ticket guy thought I was weird.
Keep that thought for 10 more seconds.
Now, imagine me s-l-o-w-l-y handing the money to the ticket guy, all the while still staring at it.
Yeah, that's what I looked like this morning, and I am *not* exaggerating. If the conductor were an anime character, it would be safe to guess that he had a sweatdrop on his head, and he' be thinking, "What the hell's wrong with this girl?!"
The reason for my odd behavior is my "trauma" (mind the quotes).
See, two weeks ago, I was on my way to LB, and I was --- as I always am when going to LB --- totally sleepy. I paid to the ticket guy, and he tells me that he'll give my change later when the other passengers have paid their fare. He says he doesn't have loose change since it's so~ early in the morning. I nod, and I eventually fall asleep.
I was jerked awake by my subconscious screaming "COLLEGE!" at me. We were already in Olivarez (this is where I get off), and nearly everyone getting off the bus have already...well, gotten off the bus. So I hurriedly run my fingers through my now-disheveled hair, and grab my bag, and run for the door. When I finally remember that I was supposed to get change, the bus was already gone.
Oh well, I thought, there's charity for you. After all, that was just loose change. So, I shrug it off, and I got on a jeepney, taking out what coins I have.
Reality hit me like a 10-wheeler truck, and I swear, I felt all my blood go up from my toes to my brain.
Instead of seeing around 900+ pesos in my wallet, I saw a single 500 peso bill. It was then that I remembered that my dad had given me two P500 bills instead of the usual hundreds. That meant I paid P500 to the ticket guy. That means I just donated four hundred and twenty-two pesos to the bus line.
"Crap."
Was it my fault that my allowance that week was suddenly chopped in half? Yes.
Was it entirely my fault that my allowance that week was suddenly chopped in half? I don't think so.
I mean, seriously. Being in the business, you'd think they already know that people will not have small bills early in the morning, expecially on a Monday. Shouldn't they be prepared? I'm pretty sure they have change from yesterday's earnings, right?
Thus, dear readers, that explains my behavior this morning. I was making sure that I was handing the man a hundred pesos, not 500.
Yeah, I didn't care if that ticket guy thought I was weird.
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sana sa akin mo na lang binigay yung pera! haha. swerte nung konduktor. "Sarah's Conductors Charity Foundation"
Posted by
random error
Uhmm... Haven't you heard of
BARYA LANG PO SA UMAGA
-_-;
another lesson... Don't sleep on the bus.
*patpat*
*hughug*
btw, he's the one obsessed, not I.
Posted by
Betchai
"Barya lang po sa umaga"... I don't think I ever saw that on buses... city buses, maybe.
Yeah, that was TOTALLY a lesson learned.
Fin: solution: mag-konduktor ka! Bwehehehe
Posted by
fuyu
*pat pat pat*
Posted by
ame