Sunday by Bloc Party
I love you in the morning
When you’re still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you’re still strung out
Walls by Shout Out Louds
My theme song for the last few weeks.
There are times I find myself losing grasp of how I was going to say what I was going to say, right in the middle of my saying it. Like I’ve spoken the first half of the word and then *poof* I lose it. So it comes out either garbled or somewhat funny. Like a terrible stutter I wouldn’t admit I was having.
But not quite.
First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
On the front seat was a young lady. Next to her was a guy whose face looked extremely familiar. I was seated at the second row sandwiched between a rotund woman eating her DQ ice cream and another man wearing shades despite the dark cloudy sky outside. As a number of people filled the back seat, a stocky foreigner holding a baby opened the fx’s front door and asked the guy to move to the back because, he mouthed, “I have a baby with me.”
I don’t know how he managed to play the baby card but the guy in front looked too stunned to bother arguing and just moved along. The guy who looks like my brother’s friend squeezed himself in the second row, looking pissed that he was pushed over just like that. But he managed to calm himself somewhat. He was on his way to church, after all.
Anyway, as the FX started to move, the foreigner (later I learned to be American) started talking about his baby, about how they just came from a photoshoot, and how his baby will be part of some ad, etc, etc. While he was mumbling, the girl in front took off one of her earphones and asked him, “are you talking to me?”
The American looked shocked and insulted.
American: “Noooo. I was talking to the driver. OF COURSE I WAS TALKING TO YOU! MEN DON’T TALK TO MEN! I AM NOT BADING!”
Girl, sounds shocked: “Jeeez. Sorry, I had my earphones on.”
American: “That must be some good music you’re listening to…”
He then started hitting on the pretty girl in front. (I’m not sure if she really was pretty as her back was to me. But I’d like to think she was.) Anyway, he first made himself seem available.
American: “I’m a single dad, you see. My wife died while giving birth. That was about 5 months ago.” He says it like it has been a very long time ago.
Girl: “Oh. I’m a single mom too.”
American: “You are? Do you have a boyfriend?”
Girl: “Yup, I do. But he’s not the father. The father’s gone missing, if you know what I mean.”
American: “I understand what you’re trying to say… My name’s Bob by the way. I’m an American.” Flashes his teeth.
Their conversation went on. The passengers at the back started to pass around their payment and change and I was being distracted by all the “passing around.” And then Bob just had to ask the girl, “Are you happy with your boyfriend?” That just got my attention. Sounding slightly creeped out, the girl said yes, she’s happy despite the fact that it takes hard work to keep up a long distance relationship. (She says her boyfriend’s in Miami. I’m quite surprised that she said that much).
Seeing an opportunity there, Bob attempted to smooth talk his way with her. But his stop was near, so he called out “Para!”
Before stepping outside, he turned to her. “So Carla, (because that was the name she gave), do you want to get my number?” Sounding definitely creeped out, she said, “Er, no, thanks.” Bob then shut the door and he was off, with the sleeping baby on his shoulder.
While the driver restarted the engine, he asked, “Teka lang. Nagbayad ba yun?”
LOL! Not only did Bob manage to kick my brother’s friend out of the front seat and hit on a pretty girl, he also got the ride for free. (Albeit, unwillingly by the driver).
Tsk. Tsk. Mga Kano nga naman oo.
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