This morning there was a sulking security guard sitting on the steps of my office building. She was very sad indeed, which kind of ruined my day, because security guards are supposed to be tough and very irritating, always asking you to step out of the sidewalk or rudely telling you directions when you ask for it. It just bothered me, that’s all.
A friend of mine at work asked me which I would prefer being : a smart security guard or a taxi driver? This question has put me in a bit of a nervous dilemma. What, indeed, would I rather be? My answer has changed around fifty times this whole day. You see, I was all set for being the smart guard, but then there is a guard at our building floor who does nothing but SIT there all day. With the radio going on, but comeon, I would die sitting all day, and radio stations aren’t entertaining 24 hours a day, right? And anyway, if you were smart, would you settle for being a security guard? So I thought, hey, I’ll be taxi driver. But this is Manila, and the traffic!
Now that I’ve sufficiently bored each and every one of you, I have to go.
