sabotage

as if me bribing a makati cop five hundred bucks on a lazy sunday afternoon wasn't enough, someone had to sabotage my tires at sm megamall.

lazy sunday that i was supposed to spend lounging around in bed, eating leftover bridal shower cake was instead spent in a series of awful misadventures.

misadventure number one consisted of me happily driving along makati avenue opposite the normal flow. what??? it's not two way? i swear there must've been a reason why i never thought of working in makati. this was most likely it. all the times i passed by that road there were cars on the opposite side of the road. how was i to know that they convert it into a one way street in the middle of sunday? stupid me had to freeze inside the car, wait for the cop to see bright red car, and waddle his way over to where i was. stupid.stupid.stupid.

oh, and do not trust magic calling card, because apparently, unless you're someone really important, magic calling card ceases to amaze people these days.

five hundred bucks later -- it was that or lose my license and driving privileges for three months and two thousand bucks -- i finally made it to where i was supposed to be. of all the things i've ever done in my life, it had to be this that impressed him the most. "wow," he said appreciatingly, "you do know what to do. now i know you can take care of yourself."

what the??? men.

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now on to the sabotage part.

parking is hell on weekends, even on the topmost part of megamall's parking area. finally spied a parking spot -- enough for two -- which should have been enough for this silver revo and spike. silver revo got there first so i waited, and waited, and waited...

hell, wait. this guy's about to take my parking spot by parallel parking instead of, well, normal parking i suppose. i kept glaring, and staring, and trying to get myself to stop from giving him the finger in general. first he parked the car nose first, then parallel against the wall, then turned to park back first, then parallel again, until the guard knocked on his window to indicate that unless you were really blind, there was another car obviously waiting to take the spot beside him. the moment he finally settled down, i slid spike right beside him, totally killing whatever chances the person on the passenger seat had of comfortably getting out of the car. (well it wasn't my fault really as i had big pipes on the other side of spike.) i gave the driver an evil glare, which turned more evil when i realized that he was a student where i work.

lunch, ten car shops, a movie, dinner, and a trip to the grocery later, we come back to see a very, very flat tire.

it had to be on the day that i proudly told him i know how to change a flat tire.

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it could be a variety of reasons: rolled on a nail, damaged the tread, dented the rim, yada yada yada.

except that my tires are barely over two months old. and the vulcanizing shop didn't find one hole. not even a tiny one.

and even after driving home, tire stayed up. after being left parked in the garage overnight, tire stayed up.

someone -- and i mostly likely glared long and hard at that someone -- let the air out of my tires.

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circumstantial evidence, yeah, but in this case, all fingers point to you, dude.

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on a happy note, someone just volunteered to grant christmas wish number 2.

thanks, hon.