I remember a true story involving my former neighbor in
Dupac. In those days (and maybe until now), public restrooms in bus stops
were rarities. (That's why the Mayor's gate in Asingan's "paradaan" doubled
as a bathroom as well as the huge acacia trunk beside Opong Fernandez' barber
shop). Anyway, in one of the bus stops on her way to Isabela, she tried
desperately to find a bathroom where she could relieve her bladder. Disappointed, she walked around a parked eighteen-wheeler, quickly surveyed the area and upon realizing that she was safely out of the public eyesight, she wiggled and pulled down her panty, sat down and did number one. She let out a sigh of relief as she stood up and bent over to do the customary ceremonial blessing of the pee (in those days) by spitting on the miniature puddle created from a busted, whistling crack of her urinary dam. Again, as she stooped and wiggled her hiny to pull up her panty, she caught a glimpse of guess, who? A grinning mechanic under the eighteen wheeler!
Ben Soloria
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