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Sometimes I wish I have the capacity to be downright rude. For all my stoicism, I think I am still nice sometimes. *Sigh*

There's a reason why I have a book whenever I commute on my way to work. Especially when the weather's going all roller-coastery, when traffic is sure to be a headache with its snail's pace, ergo getting a cab is strongly advised against (unless you are loaded, then be my guest.) Blast it. I need new earphones.

So this morning, I got on one of those nifty jeepneys and settled down for some homestretch reading of the book in my hand. Last 2 chapters, for pete's sake! Then this big guy next to me inquired about the time, which I gave. I opened my wallet to take out some change for the fare. Somehow he glimpsed my ID and asked about it, wondering aloud how he could also get a replacement for his lost ID.

Then it started. During the 45-minute ride, I already know he is 30, in the Army as part of the Highway Patrol, youngest amongst 9 children who, by the way, are now all working. He had his appendix taken out a year ago, where his hospital bill accumulated up to Php29,400, but thanks to his Insurance, he only paind roughly Php4,000.00. On his jaunts on the job, he already issued tickets to the former mayor who is now our Governor. He has made loans, and now he pays them off. (Yeah, he even showed me his pay slip, with his Net Take-home pay and total deductions, AND his Community Tax Certificate.) He knows the City Prosecutor (retired now) because they used to play mah jong together. His commanding officer is so strict right now, so he'll have hell for being late today...

Mind you, I never asked. Not one question. He just...kept talking. Many times I tried to open the book, but really, how can one read when someone keeps talking? He asks. I answer. Not too truthfully half the time, really. I kept wishing for someone I know to actually come and rescue me. But have I mentioned how I am low on luck lately?

Here's the punchline. The radio started to play the soundtrack to MUSIC & LYRICS...."All I wanna do is...." He was like, Nice song, huh? Not much of a fan of the song myself, I say, "It's OK." Then he goes on reminiscing about his school days, the dances he went to....

When my stop came, I was like, "OK, this is where I get off. Bye!" then jumped off. Literally jumped off.

Really. I need new earphones.

*Sigh*

It's Tuesday. That means there'll only be 3 days between now and Saturday, when my dental appointment goes through. I look at the meds my dentist gave me, in preparation for the procedure on Saturday, and I feel like crying. Gawd.

She was poking around last Saturday. Saying it's growing all wrong, my wisdom tooth. Sideways, for crying out loud! And she says she can't extract it that same day. Come back next Saturday, when the swelling goes down and the pain is lessened. Then she stacked a handful of capsules for me to sock myself with until that time.

D: "Surgery"

Moi: "SURGERY?!" *thinks of knives and blades and the words 'cut' and 'slice' swim before my eyes*

D: "Yes. We have to....blah-blah-blah...your gums."

Moi: "MY GUMS?!"

I stopped listening. Brain on auto shutdown.

I hate dentists. They are not evil, but I still hate them.