Yesterday was the 26th anniversary of People Power, and with our current president the offspring of the two main figureheads of that revolution, it was sure to have been a spectacular celebration. This entry is not a coverage of the celebrations or an introspection on the past 26 post-People Power years. It is merely a post about a rather nice conversation with a cab driver about the (first) EDSA revolution.
Around 6 AM yesterday, Marj and I finally decided to go home from our regular time-wasting after work. (I almost typed “Friday night out”, but ‘night out’ invokes images of booze and dancing or whatever it is that earning people do on a Friday night in their early- to mid-20s.) So I hailed a cab as usual, rather, a cab stopped in front of us and Marj graciously let me have it because as she announced in front of some officemates, I badly need to pee.
Usually, I put on earphones and listen to the music of my own choosing instead of the radio stations that most cab drivers have on (“Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan?”/”Ambot sa kambing na may bangs!” What does the last one even mean?) but since traffic updates were on, I vetoed against the earphones.