Damn those wretched Taxi drivers.

I woke up early this morning and i decided not to go to work early. I ate breakfast, played around a little bit and then inevitably decided to fix up and head off to work. I got on the usual
morning tricycle, then those filthy north bound buses and finally got off at Mia Road. There, my mission is now to find a bus heading Ayala MRT. I was a little bit disoriented and dazed due to the fact that i woke up unusually super early. I got in the bus, knowing that it is Ayala bound.

I was looking outside the window. Being dazed, i didn't notice that the bus didn't turn right on bound to Pasay Road. The thought occured to me when i was in Buendia already. I sighed to myself: "Letse, Buendia na to ah." Then my conscience replied: "Oo, tanga ka, di mo napansin."
You don't believe me? Yes, conscience really talks to you sometimes, believe those soap commericals. Ok, on to the story, so i was like, pretty pissed off. So i decided to just cruise along.

It's been a long time... ok, three months, since i got on this bus, so i really don't know the destination of this bus, which is by the way, as filthy as the first one i got on. My seat was actually torn from its foundation. So... at first i was mightily thankful because the bus is really crusing along Ayala Avenue (of course, the card says: "Ayala") i decided not to step off in that bridge to Greenbelt because i know SM is still closed at that early time so i have no way to the MRT. So, i just waited until i caught a glimpse of MRT Ayala Station, then, like a freight train running onto me, the painful realization hit me. This bus will be going toward that fly over and i will have to walk a mile to get to MRT, and it's next stop is Guadalupe Bridge.

So, like a man, weary of battle, i accepted defeat and decided to drop off at Guadalupe and take the long way back to Ayala. After i got off the bus. I finally decided not to take that long exodus back to Fort Bus Station, but take a Taxi and go to office without sweat collecting at my freshly axe-d up underarms.

I immediately haled a Taxi then got on it. The scenario was like:

Taxi man: "San tayo?"
Allan: "Sa the Fort."
as the taxi cruised along EDSA.
Taxi man: "Boss, san tayo, kasi kung dito blah blah blah..."
Allan: "San ba mas madali?"
of course you would expect this damned taxi men to mislead poor, little passengers like me.
Taxi man: "Kasi kung dito boss, blah blah blah, yadda, yadda.."
Allan: "Sige, kahit san na lang. (hayop ka)"
then we arrived at market market.
Taxi man: "Boss, san tayo? Kasi kung dito, mahihirapan blah blah."
Of course, i knew he was talking crap, i know perfectly well that the other way is an easier way rather that the way he was suggesting, but, i just sailed along his plot.
Allan: "Sige, ok lang... dun sa may building na yun o."
I paid 80 bucks.

Wala lang, i am just amused by these people. This country is really going to the dogs.

Moral: Wag tatanga tanga at tingnan ang sign ng Bus.