I have a driver. That sounds weird even to me. When I read that many people hire drivers in Manila, I assumed they had all gone off the deep end. Then I got here and drove myself to work and realized what everyone was talking about. I have literally seen it all--driving the wrong way down one-way streets ("counter-flow"), cars literally parallel to 4 lanes of oncoming traffic, driving on sidewalks, left hand turns from right lanes, merging at about a speed of 1 mile per hour. There are no rules. Until there are.
I have been pulled over twice. TWICE! The first time I made an illegal U-turn to get The Shark to the hospital for stitches in his eye (basketball injury), so I just slowed down and screamed hospital and he waved me away. The second was for a left on a green light. Apparently you have to wait for the green arrow, despite the fact there are no signs indicating that, and there were no cars coming--a rarity in Manila. Mind you when smoke-belching buses cut me off to let passengers out in the middle of the road in rush hour traffic the cops don't blink an eye.
But, anywho. I spend the majority of the 30 minute ride to and from work on my iPhone catching up on the news, I mean blogs, but occasionally get nauseous and look out the window. Except that was a big mistake the other day when I noticed a Precious Moments clown handing out fliers for the Precious Moments Restaurant and Gift Shop. So many things wrong with this picture. But part of me is now desperate to go in and see what it's all about. Damn clown. So terrifying, and yet so intriguing.
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| Take this flier. Or I'll kill you. |
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The things we miss now that cell phones are here. Bet you will be watching for that clown every day now. I'm glad you have a driver honey.
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