Dahil andaming nagtatanong kung anong nangyari.
9 in the morning i was supposed to go to Philcoa. As always, i took a jeep going to Pantranco to ride another jeep to Philcoa from there.
I boarded a jeep that’s headed for Morayta (i think).
Along Roosevelt avenue, four middle-aged macho men hailed the PUJ. They posed as if they didn’t know each other. Pardon me— I couldn’t hear a thing the entire time as I had my ipod at full blast. But I have a keen eye for visual detail— (sorry na, Aut lang.)
The four holdapers in my story are as follows (in order of appearance lelz):
- The Spitter - wearing a plain white tee, maong pants, flip flops, a black bag and a navy blue cap — he pretends to be having a conversation regarding work on his cellphone. He sits on my left, spits out the window but “deliberately” misses, hitting the seat instead. He then moves to the seat directly opposite of where he spat. He says “sorry, sorry” to all passengers who are about to sit on the space where he spat, right in front of me.
- The Clean-cut - kasi clean cut yung buhok niya. haha. payatot wearing a blue and red plaid collared shirt and maong pants, he gets pamunas from the driver and wipes the dura and sits there, directly to my left.
- The Guy-with-the-open-fly - wearing a plain white shirt, flip flops, kalbo, bulging eyes and maong pants WITH OPEN FLY HAHAH. He sits down a few people away from me, to the right. He then points to the old woman right in front of me— pardon but i couldnt hear a thing with my earphones on —- but he signs to switch seats with the woman. the woman edges away from the seat in confusion as to why anyone would want to switch seats in a PUJ, and the guy with the open fly continues on signing the old woman to move over or switch seats. She, realizing the setup, gets off immediately, mumbling something i cannot hear.
- The Look-out - wearing a plain white shirt, white cap, maong pants and flipflops. He’s the most obvious of them all. He looks at everyone in the PUJ from top to toe, eyeing items that they can rob us of, and summing up the value (if the value is too low, they’d rather get off — they wouldn’t risk getting caught for a few thousand bucks). He sits first a few people away from me, then squeezes himself in between a woman and her son — of course she got mad —- so he moved a few seats away to my right. He then asks the guy directly to my right to switch seats with him — BRUSHING AGAINST MY RIGHT LEG, feeling my pocket —- BUT LUCKILY I WAS WEARING POCKETLESS SHORTS LELZ — so his eyes crawl like, from head to toe.
Guy with the open fly pretends to drop 50 centavos worth of coins, and The Lookout desperately picks it up, and points to the guys’ fly, telling him to close it. This bad act serves as a reason as to why he had to switch seats.
I had my ipod dressed as an iphone 4 lol, so i immediately folded my arms across my body, protecting my bag, and my ipod. Then I gave each one of them a good long evil stare. If there’s one thing watching Hentai taught me, it’s that bad men don’t target women with an evil stare. HEHEHE. In the process, I was also memorizing their faces.
I was contemplating whether to go down or not, because, I was creepily enjoying the act. It was bad. These guys need acting lessons, at the least. Yes, I do enjoy miserable stories. Yes, i do enjoy reading modus operandi stories. And their act was like everything i’ve ever read rolled into one. So i kinda knew what to do.
Nearing a subdivision, the Spitter, still on the phone, begins looking sour. He puts his cap back on, as a signal that they aren’t getting anything since everyone in the jeep knew what they were about to do. Luckily, the “sum” of our items’ worth was low enough to keep them from robbing us, since there were mostly senior citizens and marine engineering students inside the PUJ. They all go down at the same stop, before they could even pay the fare —- and angrily bumped into a few people on their way (badtrip! wala tayong naholdap dun. tsk.)
After they went down, the jeep sped away. The other passengers told me that they had shabu, jewelry, cellphones, knives and guns in their bag. One of them even robbed a lady that got off at a stop by pointing a knife at her.
I was surrounded by four armed guys. So why did they not do it to me?
- Earphones. They couldn’t steal my ipod because i was listening to it. Of course, if they took it, the music would stop. Plus — they couldn’t command me to give my stuff to them since i couldn’t hear a thing!
- The Evil Look. Yes, for some reason, it worked. When i was looking at them, they were trying to avoid eye contact and would attempt to cover their faces. They did not want to be recognized.
- No pockets. These are my lucky pocketless shorts! Of course they can’t snatch anything from my pockets if i aint got any.
- Protected. I kept all openings of my satchel covered, and my ipod somewhere they cannot reach.
- Bag Organizer! Even though I was using a satchel that’s pretty easy to open, my bag organizer is not! I keep my phones and wallet in the deepest pockets!
- I think i scared the bajeezus out of them. Or maybe i had Jesus by my side. or something.
I feel like downgrading every gadget, again.