the hassled

the commute home today was quite unnerving.

i am a meticulous passenger. it's not that i am very sensitive to different factors. i just want my commute home to be carefree and of less hassle.

however, the time i fear has come.

on the first jeepney ride, the worst came first - a smoker. i really hate smokers and their smell. i have to note that this passenger is very much like a real live cigarette for smelling like one. but, i guess he smelled stronger. UGH.

the worst part is that he sat beside me while he finished his stick. the jeep wasn't moving yet. i know that there's a law that states that it is illegal to smoke inside a public utility vehicle. i might research that and use it to my advantage. i really do hope that these laws be properly regulated. if they don't know it yet, second hand smoke also kills.

on another jeepney and the tricycle, i've come across deaf drivers. i don't know why i was a bit irritated. i mean, i think that it should be in a requirement for drivers to have their ears at full health. how would they be able to give change? how would they know where their passengers will alight? how would they know if there is something happening inside the jeepney that shouldn't happen? right?

the old woman who paid was ticked off by the deaf-ness of the driver. she was continuously repeating what she said and in the end, she just shouted. i mean, it's like a bomb exploding, literally. i just didn't want the stress of passengers shouting inside the jeepney.

the other one was the tricycle driver who made me repeat my destination. the hard part was he was saying things that does not sound like the thing i am saying. does "ipil" sound like "east drive" to you?

also, i have a pet peeve regarding trike drivers who ask me whether to turn right or left when we are nearing dao. i am telling them that my destination is "east drive lampas ng dao". EAST DRIVE is my destination and the next three words just points to the reference that my house is on east drive past dao street. east drive is such a long street to pinpoint the exact location of my house.

in the end, no matter how much i would want to have that stress-free commute home, i should always remember that this is the Philippines. i might have given up every hope of changing this country's transport culture.

but, one man can't do that job.