Alarm goes off at 5:00 AM. Still tired from yesterday’s work, you hit snooze. You do the same to the next two alarms set 5 minutes apart. You check FB and absorb your daily share of ridiculous, face-palm inducing news, and leave a “good morning” message to your dear. Realizing that it’s Thursday and you have 7 more articles for the week, you jump out of bed to get ready for work.
You grab two Pandesals, na ngunguyain mo habang naliligo. You brush your teeth while you button up with the other hand. You leave at exactly 5:35 AM. Bibilisan mo yung lakad mo para mauna sa pila sa tricycle terminal and you end up on the second line of the zigzag instead of the fifth. Your reward: nasisilungan ka ng waiting shed.
Nakasakay ka na. Masikip. Buti na lang hindi pa traffic dito kaya pikit-mata mong nilasap yung hangin. At ngumingisi ka na lang habang nag shi-shift gear si Kuya dahil feeling mo nag-number 3 na yung electric fan.
Bitin ang aliw na hatid ng tricycle ride dahil umabot na nang ilang kanto yung pila sa MRT. You pull your payong and pamaypay out of the bag like a Samurai draws his katana from the scabbard. You mastered this technique in the daily commute.
Isang oras na pila. Mabagal, mainit, malagkit. Unahan dito, unahan doon. The train arrives and a Rugby match begins. You box out, securing your space, standing in an awkward position. Luckily, you found a new source of aliw dahil pagbaba mo ng MRT, kaya mo nang sulatan ng biography yung dalawang aleng katabi mo. At yung mga kapitbahay nila.
“Kasya pa, siyaman yan!” someone barks. You entered the jeep and ducked to dodge the light bulb ‘cos you’ve already been victimized by it too many times. That’s how experienced a commuter you are. “Tatlo na lang, tatakbo na!” the barker shouts, kahit kasing sikip na ng skinny jeans ng emo bands sa loob ng jeep. You endured the jeepney ride half-cheeked. (Yes, half-cheeked, so if we add x and y times the gravity of the earth divided by 32 joules per second, that’s only one-fourth of your sitting parts.)
You arrive at the office smiling like a marathoner in a podium win and finally, you clock in at 9:10 AM.
Reward yourself with a cup of coffee and the cold breeze of the AC, Filipino Spartans! And don’t forget to share your stories with us at facebook.com/KuyaJRestaurant.