fast cars

  i guess i'm one of the few people who appreciates fast cab drivers.  i like it when i'm on a cab that spotaneously whizzes by other cars along edsa.  i like it when we criss-cross lanes and get ahead of all the other vehicles, be it a commuter bus, an all-power SUV or a latest model high-end car.  it gives me an early morning high as i turn up the volume on my headphones and psyche myself up for another day at work.  yes, i succumbed to cabbing again today.

anyway, when i thought about it now, the reason why i like it is because the hubby drives in a laid back manner, always letting other vehicles get ahead of us.  he's not the type who would race with a fellow vehicle on the road.  he is never in a hurry to get to where we're going.  and i am so used to cars who whiz past ours.  

well, so maybe i like the occasional rush but then again, i will always be comfortable with the hubby's driving.  thank God he's a very cautious and defensive driver.  our little family should always be safe.

grace

 i strongly believe i was saved from imminent danger this morning.

i was in a cab with the little big man on our way to his school then to my office.  (tuesdays the car is coded so he and i are on our own without the hubby.)

driver:  ma'am anong oras na?  [what thime is it?]

he looked at me, not from the rearview mirror when he asked this.  he actually turned his head to me at the backseat so i saw his face and he didn't look pleasant.  call me paranoid but something about him made me feel uncomfortable.

me:  quarter to seven.

few minutes later.  he turned towards me again while driving.

driver:  ma'am smart ka?  

in my mind, he meant if i had a cellphone and if i used smart network?  and in my mind, why the f*ck did he need to know?  this made me more uneasy.

 me:  hindi po.  [no.]

the little big man and i talked quietly as we drove on.

after another few minutes, he turned to me again.

driver:  ma'am tapos deretso tayo quezon avenue?

me:  opo.

yes, that was my instruction the moment i stepped in his cab.  he knew i was just going to drop off my kid in school and then, go to quezon avenue where he will drop me off. why the heck did he keep turning with a weird look on his face?  

it was only a few minutes away from the little big man's school.  i decided to hold out till we're there and get off the cab.  i checked the meter, took out the bills to pay for how much it would cost and when we finally parked in front of the school, i handed it to him, took my son's hand and bag and got off.

driver:  hindi na kayo sasakay?

me:  hindi na po. dadaan pa pala ko sa tutor ng anak ko.

and i shut the door.

grace:  also called state of grace. the condition of being in God's favor or one of the elect.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/grace