I was hoping to catch Bloody and his van earlier, only to discover that he had left already and it was raining like hell since I left the office more than two hours ago. The big problem of having no Bloody to save me from getting soaked like a cat was getting into the long commuter line.
But a red van came in to save the night. Just in time for a ten o’ clock dinner. And I was the last person to board the van, taking the front seat.
While we’re on our way to Libis crossing the Ortigas flyover, the wiper broke down and we’re left with sheets of torrential rains blocking our sights. It was already zero visibility and the driver was on an emergency tail light signal just in case someone wants to cut us from behind and risk getting his head lopped off from his neck. The driver relied on the small convex mirror on his side while everyone inside was on a red alert for a possible vehicular accident. Two ways – either we collide with a truck or jump off the slopes of White Plains.
Apparently I just had my second life.
