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Zen and the art of cab riding

October 1st, 2005

After buying some groceries at SM Sucat, I took a cab going home. The cab driver was listening to a radio broadcast of someone delivering a real fiery speech. At first I thought it was another blabbering politician so I asked him who was speaking and what was he talking about. Before answering me the driver turned the volume higher, perhaps thinking that I was interested to hear it. With a silly grin on his face, he said, “Pastor namin yan, nagpi-prayer-sermon”. The volume was turned up obviously as a subtle invitation for me to listen.

I sighed silently while asking him to turn the radio volume down. “Pakihina-an mo lang konti ang volume baka di na natin marinig ang bumubusina sa atin, mamaya baka kunin pa tayo ni Lord”, I said while beaming a silly grin too and added with an obvious jest, “o di kaya palitan mo na lang ng station, kahit dun sa “dapat pa bang i-memorize yan” na FM”. The bastard just smirked and murmured “marami na talagang demonyo sa panahon ngayon”, while turning the volume down but still staying tuned. I remained silent and just kept my piece. Arguing with the one holding the steering wheel can be dangerous to your health.

I attempted to bring up a conversation just to offset the mumbo jumbo blaring from the radio. I asked the driver, “Brod. anong tingin mo sa sitwasyon ng Pilipinas ngayon? tumitindi na talaga kahirapan ano?”. My questioning fell into a real bad timing. At that very instance the Pastor in the radio was just blurting “walang dukha sa atin, walang mahihirap, dahil hinanda na nang Diyos ang katiwasayan at kasaganaan para sa ating lahat na nananampalataya sa kanya. hindi na natin kelangan pang magtrabaho…kailangang ilaan natin ang ating buong panahon bilang lingkod ng Panginoon…Amen?…Amen!”. The driver just found the correct timing to badger me by re-echoing his Pastor’s holier-than-thou discourse about God and poverty.

I felt relieved when we reached the gates of our house. The cab meter read 85.00 pesos. My usual cab fare from SM Sucat to our house costs me only around 70.00 pesos. I asked him if he has a change for a 100 peso bill and he readily replied “naku wala akong barya brod. yan na lang 100 ibigay mo para naman may extra. sobra nang hirap ng buhay ngayon. ma-traffic din kanina”. I handed to him the 100 peso bill and said, “marami na talagang demonyo sa panahon ngayon, no?”.

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  1. October 2nd, 2005 at 10:56 | #1

    nice parting shot, kuya sam!

  2. October 16th, 2005 at 16:49 | #2

    korek! panalo ang huling hirit mo… mga taxi cab drivers (hindi naman lahat) ay may sa demonyo talaga!:)

  3. October 18th, 2005 at 17:08 | #3

    naku, ang mga drivers ng taxi na yan talaga … palagi akong biktima ng ganyan. but i learn my lessons fast kaya eksakto ang bayad ko palagi. lahat naman tayo nagtatrabaho ng maayos eh. mas maganda talaga ang mga drivers sa Baguio, kahit 25centavos, binabalik.

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