My usual work routine involves: wake up at 11 (more like 11:10), have lunch, wait for Jason, grab milk tea, work (werk), pretend to work, work, go to Jollibee in Fort, walk to JP Morgan, then make sweet butt love to the JP Morgan couch.I swear it misses me when I’m not there, I can even see a sasha-butt-shape forming in the leather.
I prefer getting out a few extra blocks away since only my fingers do the exercising nowadays. Besides, Fort is so beautiful and clean that it feels like another country. It’s great to know that there’s a place in the Philippines with little to no fear of getting mugged, even when it’s nearing midnight. It’s difficult to imagine that hidden behind those tall buildings are smog and poverty. Walking around Fort is so soothing and now, I’ve even memorized every 7-Eleven location in the area.
Lately though, my peaceful nightly walks have been disrupted by sudden rain showers. I say sudden because there’s no way of knowing the weather conditions from inside my office. I can only tell once I’ve stepped out the front door and gape at the flooded street. Yesterday, I was walking along 31st street taking tiny baby steps since my faulty umbrella can provide me with only sooo much protection when I saw a cab driver changing a flat tire across the road. He had no umbrella and a toddler was waiting impatiently inside the car; a guard wearing a black rubber poncho was hovering (not helping) over him. Still walking, I thought of going to the man and offering to stand there with my umbrella over his head. I wouldn’t attempt to fix his tire as I’ll probably do more damage than good, but it couldn’t exactly be healthy if he returned to his air-conditioned cab all wet from the rain.
I continued to walk as I weighed my options. It was still early so I had time to kill before Jason’s dismissal at midnight. Anyway, I wasn’t carrying anything heavy so standing there wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. On the other hand, it could just be another scam (although highly unlikely with the hovering guard). I felt horrible knowing and not doing anything… like leaving that bleeding Jew out to die. But even before I could make a decision, I realized I’ve been thinking too long and walking too fast. The rain had waned and I was only about 10 paces away from Jason’s building. Much too late, and only because I think too much. When we drove past the spot thirty minutes later, the cab had already gone.
I had intended to help, but then it was too late anyway. Maybe this was what the priest and the Levite felt when they “forgot” to rescue the Jew. We never really got their side of the story.
*Un-emphatically, I sort of believe that getting mugged is partly the victim’s fault. Hahaha. Look out after your stuff, dude!