Thursday, April 15, 2010

When Everyone Is Asleep

My vehicle became disabled for several days recently and the only way to get a ride from my home to my workplace is to walk from my house to the gate where a waiting shed stands. It would be okay on daytime or evening but when you do this at 3:00 o'clock in the morning is a different story. Well, of course you can phone a cab but giving directions to a cab dispatcher is quite difficult. The pool of water in the street where the subdivision's drainage system has failed made the situation more complicated. Cabs refuse to pass the area saying the water is deep. Some cab charges 30 pesos on top of the meter reading.

Not considering the difficulty I encounterd reaching the dry road avoiding the pool of water, the eeriness and the sound of the dogs barking (sometimes howling) makes you ask, "are they barking at me or are they howling at someone else?". And what about the boa I mentioned in my previous blog? Lots of fear factor that needed to be overcome.

At the waiting shed, the streetlight near the shed is most of the time out. The danger is iminent when you hang out there for a long period of time waiting for a taxi to pass. Tricycles rarely pass at this hour of the early morning. I cannot imagine the same risk other people take, especially the women who goes out at this early hour of the morning heading to work.

I remember one time when I was driving my vehicle. I saw a girl with a nursing uniform waiting for a ride in a dark part of the road. I could be a good samaritan and give her a lift but on the second thought I might be mistaken for a "kidnapper". Thinking clearly, I was one hundred percent sure she would decline my offer for a ride. I was also afraid I would scare her if try to slow down the vehicle in front of her. She might scream and run for help and my presence would be a ground for accusation per circumstancial.

I just shook my head in frustration and passed the girl in nurses' uniform without slowing down, feeling sorry for the situation.

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