another crazy bus moment.
so, i was in this bus. an elderly man came when all the chairs were occupied already, so he just settled hisself on the stool in the bus's aisle next to me. i think he is on his 60. i know i should had offered my chair, my conscience told me so, but when you need to spent 3 hours in the bus with strangers, the last thing you need is to be comfortable. and everyone didn't offer anyway.
so, when my seatmate arrived at his destination an hour later, i offered to the elderly man the then already vacant seat next to me. my conscience was then on clean. then, i prepared to took a nap. but then my new found seatmate, lolo, started a conversation.
the conversation:
lolo: asa ka monaug day?
me: oslob.
lolo: nag-skwela pa ka day?
me: nag trabaho nako nong.
lolo: aw makakabuhi na diay kag pamilya.
me: *silent*
lolo: single pa ka day?
me: (smell something fishy) minyo nako nong.
wrong move, coz he then asked me about my husband's so and so. what's his name, where did he live, offsprings we had, what's his job and so on. and i am not that good in telling lies. i was up to 3 only and everything beyond that is prone to inconsistency. had i already known about this, i should have prepared my fake husband's fake biodata and just gave it to him so he could just read it singlehandedly. so, when he didn't have plans to stop asking, i just said...
me: dili pa bitaw ko minyo nong!
lolo: daan pa lagi ko!
sus, kung dili palang ka tigulang...
he still went on asking things that brought my brows met together. until...
lolo: sun ka day? textmate ta be!
me: (lord, nag joke ka?) dili.
lolo: unsa diay ka? naa man pud koy smart og globe. daghan man ko'g cellphone.
me: (kan-a nang cellphone nimo nong!) smart ko.
lolo: aw, gaan taka sa akong number be, or gai lang ko sa imoha (dayung kuha sa yang phone).
me: masuko ra ba akong uyab nong! (another bakak)
lolo: magsaba sad diay ka?
hay si lolo baya. if i haven't had the manners, i think i could have said hurtful things to him. i sometimes hate myself for being so polite coz others misunderstood it as something pertaining to attraction or whatever it is. am i missing something or there's a written label on my forehead that says 'home for the aged'? coz i seemed like a magnet who attracts elderly people. it happened to me not just once and i know that it will happen to me again. so i need to thicken my patience. and for the record, i'll be practicing my fake husband's fake biodata.
