Don’t Mess With the Strappy Girls

Here is another FX story. While sitting at the back seat of the FX (my usual spot), I started to hate the driver. He seemed to be racing to hell, with the passengers bumping against the windows and doors. We were like lotto balls being drawn. He beeps every 10 seconds at every vehicle and pedestrian, as if he owns the road. Ironically and annoyingly, we never really got way ahead of the other cars. Of course! There were stoplights and intersections, and it was near rush hour! I was actually scared for my life and limb. I have no Medicare supplement in case of injury, and I am pretty sure, the driver can never replace my life. Besides, I still want to take the final exams. lol.

Two girls got in the FX while in Baclaran. They wore sexy spaghetti straps and short bottoms. My last kwentong FX also involved similar girls, and those girls asked for the driver’s number (ang haba ng hair!). But not these strappy girls (SG).

FX driver: Kulang ang bayad niyo.

SG: Araw-araw yan ang binabayad namin. (classic)

FX driver: Araw-araw akong bumibiyahe. (another classic)

Then the driver seemed to be in tantrums, whispering side comments and throwing the coins to the can.

SG: Ano bang problema mo? Sampung piso? (in a loud voice)

FX driver: Wag na. (in a soft voice)

SG: Ano? Sampung piso? Sampu?! Sampu lang pala problema mo e. (in a louder voice)

Then, the driver kept quiet. And, I noticed, he began driving carefully. haha. :p