Today, two rather peculiar incidents resulted to well-appreciated discoveries.

FIRST INCIDENT.

I used to regularly eat lunch at Kaye Ryan Grill, a restaurant across the street from our building. But, that changed since Lorry's Kitchen opened just beside the building. [side note: They serve the best Hot, Sweet & Spicy Chicken Fillets! As in, BTS! Yum.]

Today, Vic and I decided to eat lunch at Kaye Ryan again since I set up a meeting with a contractor there at 1pm. We got there by 12:10 and ordered Relyenong Talong for me and Chicken Chopsuey for Vic. We waited... and waited... and waited...

Our food was served at 12:45. Actually, not entirely served because right after the waiter set my food on the table, he lost balance of the tray and Vic's food crashed to the floor! The waiter stood still for a minutes while scratching his head before turning to us and saying,"Sorry po".

I'm normally a calm and reasonable girl but what can you do when you're hungry and on a tight schedule?! I took a look at Vic, who is normally this bitchy man who growls at any sign of incompetence but was obviously to stunned to growl at that time, gathered my bag and left the resto. I think my move stunned Vic even more coz when he caught up with me outside, all we can both muster was laugh. He kept saying,"Iba ka rin noh" to which I replied,"Actually, I walked out before you could utter mean things at the boy which I was 100% certain you would have done."

So, anyway, to the good part. We had no choice but to transfer to Lorry's. We were ordering at the counter when this guy called Vic. There were three of them and as it turns out, they are some of Vic's friends during their younger years. They are dentists and hold clinic in the same building! [as Lorry's] One has a strong resemblance to BND [which made me wonder whatever happened to that lousy architect]. Another plays badminton and is a member of Yonex, a members-only court proximal to the office. Quite good finds!^_^

Now, being tended to by a clumsy waiter isn't so bad anymore.

SECOND INCIDENT.

I was on my way home, waiting for a MIA bus at Taft MRT station. I rode one [or so I thought] and was a bit puzzled why it was jam-packed, which has never happened before.

I was standing on the aisle and the conductor asked for my fare just as we passed by Heritage Hotel. I gave him nine bucks and he asked where I was getting off."Tambo", I said. That's when I found out I rode the wrong bus! The conductor was kind enough not to take my fare [perhaps he pitied stupid people] and made me get off at Coastal Mall. I thanked him but numerous cusses flooded my head. WTF?! That's, like, a mile to where I usually hail a jeep. And I have to go up the foot bridge! Aaaargh!

Boy, was I surprised to find a JEEPNEY TERMINAL right at the bottom of the foot bridge as opposed to having to nudge and dodge a million elbows just to catch a jeep from where I usually do. Phew!

Now, not reading bus destination signs clearly with 50/50 vision isn't so bad anymore.


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*.* as if! @ 9:40:00 PM • • RBJ