Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

I lost my temper

This morning was rather atypical compared to my previous trip to the cafeteria. I've encountered a major a-hole. What makes him such an a-hole is the fact that he is a man with an annoying loud voice as if he was trying to catch everyone's attention inside the elevator. The man is not from the famous 9 or 11 floors, but from the 18th floor (Mcdonalds).

I was trying to make my way out of the freaking elevator, when I accidentally bumped at him. I said my apologies even if I am aware that it was his fault. He was blocking the way, and was too deaf to hear me when I said excuse me. As I head off the elevator, I heard him say "Hindi ka naman galit!" I lost my temper and answered back, "Hindi ko sinasadya nakaharang ka."

I know I shouldn't have answered back, but I was just trying to defend myself. I have issues with men who don't know how to respect women. I don't tolerate such acts.

Some people. . .

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