“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” cried my bunso as I was about to leave home past 11 pm.
It is the start of my day. I need to leave 2 hours early because of my work proximity, so that I won’t be late. I hate being late. I like to take my time and be early. Not because I’m a work addict, I spend this time psyching myself up… putting my game face on to get ready to face work. Just like warming up before a game, sizing up the other players… checking how high they can jump or how sweet their jump shot is.
This is me. A middle class man and I am DAMN PROUD of it. Why shouldn’t I be? I pay my taxes and my dues. I am a law abiding citizen (well,sometimes).
Well, that’s a little bit of drama but indulge me, I have been awake for almost 24 hours.
So back to my story, I usually take the bus that flies along EDSA at night. Then I get down, take the overpass to where our company shuttle waits. One night I took my normal bus route. It was a normal night and the bus was just half full,. Somewhere along Munoz, EDSA. a group of people got on the bus and seated randomly inside I did’nt mind it too much because they look like they didn’t know each other or made it seem so.