Shortest Distances Between Two Points
I stop at Shaw Boulevard Station at around 6:45 AM. As I run along that sidewalk that is the theoretical administrative border between Mandaluyong and Pasig, I start to get really pissed off…
Who in the blue hell designed Ortigas Center?
I finally figured out why an “enterprising” taxi driver (driving a “Eulincoln” Nissan Sentra taxi, plate number TVU 227… e-mail me for the cellphone number) was able to legitimately hoodwink me out of P100 for a cab ride on a rainy Friday afternoon last week (from SM Megamall to my office at Tycoon Center). One-way routes all over the place are designed for pissant taxi drivers to milk the wages out of poor writers like myself who do not know how to count change.
In my anger, I still have a draft of a strongly-worded letter to the local transport bureau to arrest and discipline this moron who offered me the services of a quack doctor for the sum of P500, and even took a nudge at the possibility of my fare justifying a replacement for his cheap-ass radio “made in China.”
I guess this is my own hazing to the many manloloko‘s and pa-simple‘s of all 17 cities and municipalities of Metro Manila. I am sure that this nation’s capital is not short on thieves and hoodlums who plunder the pockets of the common man to get ahead in life. I don’t need to swim along and across a certain polluted river to get close to some shining examples of the decay of Filipino society.
I’m sending that letter tomorrow. Next up: another draft of a letter to be sent to the MetroStar Express to curb shoving in the MRT.