Highway Robbery

I met with some friends at the Alabang Town Center last night.

Going home, I passed through an unmanned toll gate going into the South Superhighway.

When I reached the Magallanes toll plaza, the teller asked for my entry card.

I had none.

I argued my case. No one was distributing cards at the entry point!

She said she can’t do anything. I have to pay as if I lost the card.

I wanted to stand my ground, but the queue behind me was getting longer. And it was getting past midnight.

It was useless arguing with the teller. It was not her fault.

I could hear the guerilla in my head grumbling and kicking - “Think of the many others on the same shoes! Someone must stand up for them!”

I didn’t. I grudgingly paid. Damn!

All I could say was “!#&@!!!-ina niyo! Ayusin niyo serbisyo nyo!” Then sped off.

As I arrived home, I tried fending off sleep. I was really pissed off.

So I brought out my long-kept dusty chest underneath my bed and got three black candles and five incense sticks. As I lit them, I muttered my most powerful incantations.

“Magkabuhol-buhol sana ang bituka ng mga tao sa PNCC na nabubuhay sa panloloko ng iba”. Wushooooshhhh!