Just got off from a 15-minute taxi ride. Cabbies do talk a lot! Di na ako nasanay. This most recent one looks a bit drunk; thank goodness it was a short trip.
I may be socially inept at times but I see no reason for spilling out your family tales to strangers (especially those who doesn't look the least bit interested).
I was carrying my huge two-compartment black badminton bag so maybe he was a bit suspicious. I was wearing a sweatshirt, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why he asked me if I work as a guard. I was about to get really offended when he then said he thought P-—R (the street where I told him to drop me off) is a security services company. I'm still thinking he's suspicious of my bag. [Did he think I had rifles in them?] Then he went on to say that if he'll be so unfortunate to take a robber as a passenger, he'll just fight it off and kill him (or them). [Which is when I started to get really scared of him.] He said, "You can never tell. Even with a pretty lady; she could be something else. Sa hirap ng buhay ngayon." [It's time for me to be all assuming now and suppose he thinks I'm pretty.] But then, "Ang gaganda ng mga pasahero minsan. Ang babata pa! Minsan nga, me nagpahanap pa sa akin ng foreigner. Sabi ko, taxi driver ako, hindi bugaw." [Gad, and now he's talking about prostitutes!] He went on to rant about prostitutes and morality and foreigners with certain appendages that fall to their knees (forgive my euphemism).
I thought it couldn't get any worse. So long as he doesn't make me the topic, I can take it. But I suppose one can't be so lucky, "Ilang taon ka na, ineng? For the first time, I managed to smile. "23 po." Then the usual question came, "Me asawa ka na?" I can only do one lie at a time, "Not married, no." I looked outside the window and suddenly felt that I've been inside the cab for hours.
You'd think that ends there. But there's still about 5 minutes of travel left. And so it was in that span of time that I learned about his friends, his cousin, his cousin's boyfriend, his cousin's mother, and their entanglements.
If this tale doesn't teach you anything, at least heed this advice: Don't drink and drive.
hahahah! that must have been one hell of a ride. i don’t know what he has in mind, but that driver certainly has a thing for the dregs of society (pimps, prostitutes, robbers, etc.).
that’s what you get for being such an excellent listener zarine. without doing anything, you just inspire people to tell you their entire life story 
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this reminds me of a hilarious “Seinfeld” episode where Elain pretended to be deaf so she could prevent the taxi driver from yakking up. kaya lang nagbackfire din sa kanya eventually heheh
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“I can only do one lie at a time”
Posted by ven at November 25, 2007, 4:17 am—at least you’re learning already. remember the tapsilogan incident? sometimes, you have to make white lies to avoid topics that (what’s the term???) could irritate you or put you in the spotlight. so when’s the make over?