Jeepney Annecdote

I've always liked the front seat. Near the driver, yeah.

I would always look at their side mirror as if it was mine, making faces and acting like anything but normal, looking at the other passengers. It was like my throne.

What pisses me off to high heavens, though, is that time when every seat's taken, and, since I'm alone and that seat can hold up two people, the next person the driver would let in the vehicle, would end my reign. (Well, some people really want that front space even with the back seats not taken)

Have you ever had someone trying to sit with you already on that front seat, like, "wtf we won't fit" but you two would fit, obstructing your view of the mirror, leaving you too close to the driver, having his breaks hit you sometimes. And your senses' alertness would skyrocket, fidgeting too much inside while trying to maintain your calm demeanor on the outside. The stranger, as if answering your prayer, would hand his payment to the driver. THAT IS THE MOMENT. THAT'S WHEN YOU'D KNOW WHEN THIS UNKNOWN CREATURE WOULD LEAVE YOU ALONE ON YOUR THRONE.

But the worst disappointment most of the time is him/her revealing a longer road-time than you. Like, hell yeah, enjoy the constricted sitting position the rest of your trip. Hooray.

“Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”

Flipped.