After such a long and tiresome day, I decided to go home for a nice rest in my comfortable bed and get loads of tuna in my stomach. Going home with my whole mouth aching from the tightening of brackets in every piece of enamel inside it is hard, yes. But in my case, it’s not just about that one. I’m definitely in for some more thrill this time around. Why, you may ask?
I almost got robbed. Almost.
As I took my usual LRT ride to Monumento whenever I go home, I was thinking whether I should go down on the second station before the final stop. It’s a big hassle to go down in Monumento station since there are many people hustling and bustling in the streets at night. I can have the option to go down in R.Papa, anyway. With just a few people around, I can easily hail a jeepney to our place, instead of swimming in the ocean of crowds in Caloocan. But I guess I picked the wrong time to do it.
The suspects: four brute men. All eyes were on me the moment they tried to execute their modus. That would be my signal to get off the jeepney, no matter what the cost. A bruise wouldn’t hurt compared to the loss of my belongings, or even, my life. As the jeepney halted to a complete stop, I jumped off immediately, not minding the other passengers inside. I never looked back. I just hoped that they did not become the secondhand victims.
Come to think of it, Lady Luck still seemed to be on my side. Considering the fact that I had money, (a lot of them actually) in hand that time, the consequences are definitely not good. And that is if I stay alive after the situation (which, luckily I did). Well, I have to admit, I’d like to thank my quick senses that time, for I was able to escape from the scene without a scratch.
Hahaha. Just like what happened, the mere fact that I am prone to hold-up and kidnapping cases is one of the
many few reasons why I hate having a Chinese bloodline running through my very veins. It’s quite funny though, that I can still laugh after all that boogie. They actually had the chance in getting n thousand pesos richer. Too bad, I was quick enough to realize that one. Those poor bastards. Merry Christmas to you guys, if ever you are able to read this one and recognize me, your potential victim. Almost, but not quite.