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Sunday, February 08, 2009

Loko Ka: 03

Saturday, I was on my break and I was purchasing a couple of snacks at 711, there was this high-school kid acting cool, joking around, daring his friend to have his hair shaved –his friend was sitting over one of the stools eating Sky Flakes.

I was my usual self, eavesdropping on their conversation *laughs* well, more like overhearing the conversation. I could tell they were from either one of exclusive schools probably either La Salle Greenhills or Ateneo (cliché I know...)

Anyhow, as the kid reached the counter (he didn’t have anything else with him) he asked the cashier for a pack of cigs (an actual manager was on the other counter instructing a trainee) and the lady from the cashier asked him how old was he.

Imagine the background music being cut off right at the exact moment and the crowd became quiet, even his friend who was munching the biscuits noisily stopped. And the kid, stuttered.

I stifled a laugh; put my snacks on the counter as he muttered, “16 ma’am” as the cashier asked him how old was he for 4th time.

I asked for a pack of cigs and when it was on the counter said, never mind and I looked at the high school kid smiling impishly *insert evil laugh*.

His friend agreed to the cashier that she was right not to sell to minors and snorted a laugh.

I enjoyed seeing the kid turn red out of embarrassment as they walked out of the store.

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Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Loka Ka: 02

Namimili ako ng load sa Trinoma kanina at yung Ale sa tindahan may sinasabi, “At hindi pa din siya nagtetext” paulit-ulit

Hindi ko matiis makisali sa usapan at nasabi, “baka naman naghihintay siya ng load sa iyo” sabay tawa at itinaas ang dalawang daliri “peace Ate! Salamat!”

Sabay nagmadali maglakad papaalis sabay dinig sumangayon ang kasama niya, "oo nga naman" at tumawa.

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