eksena sa bus

Blame my tendency to really pull those purse strings tight. I figured I'd be able to save approximately 80% if I took the bus home from the hospital, where I waited 4 hours for a five-minute gynecological procedure. Incidentally, those five minutes cost me approximately 900 bucks per. The four hourse I spent waiting, however, weren't so bad. TMC Pasig's swanky new grounds and comfy waiting areas actually alleviated my fever. Or maybe it's the placebo effect of paying 70 bucks for a cup of tea from the Starbucks at the lobby. (Drink the tea, it's good for you because it just cost you 70 bucks.)

Back to the bus. It was almost 8 when I was able to board one, having waited twenty minutes or so. As with all packed buses at rush hour, I had to stand along the aisle. Barely a minute after I boarded, the really courteous manong driver slammed on the brakes. Stupid me. I wasn't holding on to anything because I was fishing for change for my pamasahe.

So I literally pirouetted three rows down from where I was standing...I heard some gasps but the loudest came from my own mouth, and it was a very resounding "Aaaayyyy!!!". After what seemed like an eternity of pirouettes, my fabulous MNG-clad ass landed on some poor ale's lap...Sorry po, sorry po! was all I could mutter.

I don't know how much of a klutz I must've looked, but I was offered a seat after that.