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Friday, October 08, 2004 A true story.In front of Greenbelt, the witching hour or sometime thereabouts. Waiting for a cab. My taxi-hailing-stopping ratio is one to a thousand. That night, my batting average improved a notch higher. Arms flailing. Taxi shoulders. Halts. I approach. Side windshield goes down, an elbow and a head emerge. Alexis : 'San po sila? Driver : Malate po... Alexis : Ay, hindi po... Elbow and head retreat instantaneously inside the cab, windshield goes up, taxi goes from 0 to 50kph in a matter of seconds, launching into the void. I stood there frozen, my hand to my chin, figuring out just what exactly went wrong there.
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