It was the first time in almost half a year that I rode the MRT again. I was gearing myself up for the heat, body smashing/bumping and long(er) walks. When I got to the station, amazingly I was able to buy my ticket then went straight to the train ramp in less than 5 minutes. "Nice!", I murmured to myself. Little did I know that my day was just about to REALLY start.
The MRT ride was smooth, cold and not that stressful. The stress started when I decided not to take a cab along Buendia and just try the good-old-jeepney ride that I convinced myself I already miss. And boy was I wrong. A drizzle started and we all know what happens when it rains and you're in a jeepney.
a. Get wet, because people refuse to fold down the plastic window "covers".
B. People do immediately fold down the plastic window covers then you all sweat like crazy inside because there's limited breeze coming in.
Guess what happened???
Option B! Oh yes.. I arrived at the office feeling dirty and sweaty. I wanted the day to end right then and there. Haha! Oh well.. this shall be added to my book of (mis)adventures. Next time, I'll hail a cab instead whenever the car's on color coding. Amen.