I hate driving back home after a long day at work. The many times I got hailed by the police is because I’m tired, absent-minded, and driving home, from work. Often I forget to turn my headlights on–and when the officer asks for my license, I cry saying, “Pasensya na. Kakatapos ko lang mag-opera. Pagod na pagod na ako. Di ko lang napansin”. (I’m so tired, I just finished a surgery case, and I’m just too exhausted to notice. I’m so sorry). Sometimes I endure hunger behind the wheel, thinking it’s better to wait til I get home than to grab something along the way. And a few months ago, just as I was about to turn for the long stretch before our subdivision, I heard a loud screeching sound from my left, and saw a cement mixer grazing my side, tipping the car a little to the right. If I didn’t honk as crazy as I did, he would’ve crushed me along with the car. Anyway, imagine my frustration. At that time it was 9:30 pm and I had come from a long day in the clinic and was desperate for REST and FOOD, but I had to go to the police station to file a report.
So you may or may not have heard of it yet, but certain establishments are already implementing the escalator rule that requires people to stand on the right, so that “overtakers” or people rushing to go up or down, may take the left. Now, I am in the mall twice a week and I’d like to report that, NO IT’S NOT HAPPENING. Sometimes there’s even a woman standing at the foot of the escalator, to remind people to keep right and they do so, until they transfer to another flight and all is forgotten.