Ever since I can remember, I have disliked taxis. I have this long-standing notion of taxis, and their drivers, being highway robbers, robbing commuters blind of their money. This is especially true during the Christmas season, when these demons grow unusually long horns. Why, most of them even have the temerity to tip themselves from your change even before you decide to do so!
This is why I have always opted for public transport whenever possible. Public utility vehicles, after all, take you to your desired locations, if you know the route. They are cheaper as well, albeit less convenient. And economy gets more importance than convenience in my books.
But there are times though, when economy takes a back seat and the ease of the taxi becomes invaluable. Last Friday was one of those days.
I was running late and my destination was far from my regular routes. I knew I had to swallow my pride and ride a taxi. And it was just my luck that the one time I needed one, there weren't any vacant cabs to be had. There is this ridiculous abundance of these little buggers whenever I don't need it, oftentimes, when I'm waiting for a jeepney, a couple of of these cars would stop in front of me, hoping I would ride. And the one day I needed one, there were none! Nada. Zero. Caput.
I hopped from one location to the next, each time riding the taxi to my locales. And it's just happy coincidence that the three taxis i rode all were calibrated with the new meters.
Yes, that's 40 pesos flag-down and 3.50 every few hundred meters. If I weren't so busy, I would've taken longer to recover from the feeling of being robbed. And it does sting, being held up like that. My wallet took it really hard.
Of the three I rode, only one was kind enough to issue me my receipt; and I had to ask for it to be printed. The other two didn't even have tape receipts for which to print the proof of my purchase.
I lost my phone last night. I only had it for six months.
I was drunk; I was careless; and I didn't really care. The moment I realized I lost the phone, it took me two minutes to get over the fact and resume drinking and dancing.
I am, of course, sad that I lost it, particularly with the loss of numbers and photos and messages stored therein. But I have gone past any compulsion to grieve over lost things, unlike before when my phones were almost surgically attached to my hand that losing it causes actual physical pain.
Suffering a love-hate relationship with the phone also helps in shortening the grieving process. I'm also more concerned over the inconveniences the loss is causing compared to the loss itself. I have requested for a replacement sim and am using my spare -- and that is the easy part. Rebuilding my lost contacts, now, that would be the hard part.
And such is the reason for this post. I have the same number, so if you're up for reconnecting, message me with your name, so I can save your number. Yeah, posting this is easier than asking everybody I know for everybody else's number. I know, I'm lazy like that. ;-)
