I bought 2 oranges on my way to work last night. I put them in my bag before I took a motorcycle from Fort Bonifacio to Ayala.
The driver I had was familiar. I used to get him often, when I still stayed at the parents'. He drove his bike like the wind: fast, effortless and exhilarating. He wore his hair long -- longer than mine -- which fell into soft curls to the middle of his back.
Recently he had his hair cut really short. Before I moved to Mandaluyong, we've become familiar to each other to the point of casual conversation and I commented on the new hair.
He asked me how long I've been keeping my hair and I said four years. He kept his for 15 years; at one point it even reached his buttocks.
"But I grew out of it," he said. "That was when I was still a bum." I didn't tell him I liked his hair.
Work ends at 5 in the morning but I stayed until mid-afternoon to fix some decors in the office. I finally went to the apartment to shower and change clothes. As I'm writing this, I'm in cab on my way back to the office.
Before I left the apartment, I emptied my bag, and guess what? The oranges were still inside.
5 comments:
a motorcycle taxi? may ganun ba?
so that explains why they keep stopping and asking if i want a ride! haha. i figured as much, but i couldn't be sure cause i had my earphones on.
It's probably more like a shuttle service. They don't use a meter and they could only bring you to certain places in the business district.
But I think I remember an unsuccessful attempt to introduce motorcycle taxi service here years back.
Hehe. I was pleasantly surprised that similar motorcycle services also exist in Cebu. Except the ones in Fort Bonifacio insist you year a helmet on.
That's very interesting. Also, a handy way for me to make some extra cash, or get dirty looks at any rate.
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