Dumber than a fucking tree!
Fe kept yelling at me, enough football! We gotta go to SM, go to the bank, lotta shit to do, c'mon, c'mon you lazy old fool, off your ass!
Knew we were in trouble because it was early afternoon and the place was gonna be the usual shithole madhouse but hey ya need money, who ya gonna call?
Even worse than I thought!
Of further interest in trying desperately to understand the Filipino Psyche, was the little pile of receipts just strewn on the floor around an ATM machine. We were eating in Fe's favorite place - The French Bakery - and I was idly watching two guys and their bodyguards re-stock the ATM with shekels.
It just DIDN'T dawn on me that these BDO employees wouldn't bend down and pick up all the litter...nope, WRONG protein-bar breath! They simply KICKED ALL THE GARBAGE TO THE SIDE, completed their task, and wandered off.
Just amazing!
Almost made me not eat my lovely croissant and mystery coffee...shoulda waited till we slogged and fought our way down to the BDO branch, where I discovered that the new Wendys is open right the fuck next door.
Such a deal.
The traffic though, had reached epic, apocalyptic proportions...
By the time we left, there was BUMPER TO BUMPER TRAFFIC ALL THE WAY TO THE FRONT ENTRANCE...it took almost 15 minutes TO GET OUT OF THE FUCKING parking lot! No shit!
No exaggeration.
The ONLY reason to venture out of casacrumple these days, is to go see the magnificent unsullied mammaries of the new Cherry Girl in Candy Bar.
When I finally made it to Fields to head up to Perimeter, the traffic, no fucking shit, was backed up from the Quicky Mart almost all the way to the Lewis Grand.
Always the good host, HotRod was out there with a lemonade stand, to hydrate folks.
