I decided to visit the NBI office in Taft Avenue and show up unannounced last Tuesday after lunch.
Going to this part of Manila can be very challenging but I was prepared to sit in the traffic even for several hours.
Lately I have found a way to deal with the hours of daily claustrophobic grind. I have the luxury of having a driver so I am able sleep while in the traffic. I do catnaps. As soon as I get on the car, or as soon as I am comfortable and confident that the driver already is clear on where we are going, then I close my eyes and try to nap. Pero minsan pag ang natyempo nagmamaneho ay yung bright na driver, pagmulat ko, ang layo na namin, sa ibang lugar na.
Alanganin ang oras. Baka the officers are still having lunch so I went to Jollibee first to have my own lunch of chicken joy. Daming tao, haba ng pila. I patiently waited for my turn but napansin ko eh bakit ako paurong ng paurong instead na paabante. Yun pala maraming sumisingit sa harap ko hindi ko lang napapansin. Sinasamantala nila ng aking kahinaan at kabaitan. Teka tanungin ko nga itong ale na ito. “Miss, nakapila ka ba? Di ba dyan ka sa kabila?” Kasi nasa gitna sya. She was standing in between two queues. Sigurista.
Nahiya siguro sa akin “Sige mauna ka na” sabi sa akin.
Hindi naman sya umaalis dun sa kalahati ng line. Tapos nauna rin sya nag-order.
I got two pieces chicken joy with rice and coke.
Pag-ikot ko pa lang to look for a table, meron ng reserved. Remember, meron akong mga kasamahang Boy Scouts. Mga nagpasukan pala at pinapanuod ako habang nakapila. They got me a table right in front of the entrance.
Ayan, hirap na hirap akong sumubo, nakabantay sila, pinapanood lahat ng kilos ko. Pati yung gwardya ng Jollibee nakipanood na rin. Para tuloy akong mabibilaukan. Hindi ko naubos pagkain ko.
Bumabaluktot yung plastic tinidor (fork). I just used my hands.
