The Side Mirror Story
On a rainy Wednesday commute from Tacloban to Catbalogan, we were already about five minutes into the trip when this writing on the dashboard caught my attention: I smiled at the grammar. Yes drivers. But I asked what it meant, lest I haven't heard of the latest 'driver joke'. OMG, it launched the driver into a serious story-telling for most of the two hour trip, as if his life was bothered by it! He even asked if I was a lawyer. Whoa! The story goes something like this... Few days ago, a woman passenger ("Misis" as the driver refers to her) took this ride on seat number 2 (my seat). Without his knowledge, woman made a complaint to his bosses, that allegedly, he kept on glancing at her thighs and knees the whole time of their travel. Thus, driver was confronted by his employer, asked to 'explain why', and threatened with a dismissal. I understood the "passionate" story-telling. Because yes, his life is threatened in a way, since he may lose ...