In a strange turn of events at the height of last Tuesday’s perfect storm, the worst to hit Manila in three years, rescuers found themselves at the laughing end of the very people they expected to look up to them as their heroes and lifesavers. The flooded citizenry, laid out in perilous situations, most of them clinging on their roofs, not only refused to be rescued, but also jeered and made cracks at their saviors who were made up of local police, Coast Guards and volunteers.
The WHY: the folks just couldn’t leave their homes and valuables unattended. Come hell or high water.
If it was The Great Flood and Noah were to build his ark last Tuesday in Manila, he would have the same frustrations he got ten thousand years ago.
A claustrophobic armored personnel carrier
I rode the elevator with a rockstar today. Yep. It’s true. Earlier. The elevator. A true-blue rock n’ roller. He was singing to an Axl Rose tune. Actually high and mighty to the din of a GNR song. I love GnR don’t get me wrong. Even painted my pair of denim with the flashy two-pistols-two-roses emblem back in ’92. I love Axl’s voice. It’s “the sound that a tape player makes when the cassette finally dies and the tape gets ripped out…but in tune” remember? Screeech.
But, Axl’s yawp inside an elevator? Truth is, that doesn’t bother me. ‘Cause I’m cool as a cucumber. What troubles me is what this looney thinks of me. Is there nothing in my anatomy that could earn me some respect?
Next time I ride with rockstar I’ll make sure he’ll love Connie Francis.
Pegging from Manila’s cost of living standards, the price to pay for enjoying a view of The Dark Knight Rises in one of the choice theaters here would be equal to a couple of decent fastfood meals. Or three pairs of undies. Or three days allowance for the grade schooler.
The price could pay for a lot of common-use household supplies. A booty.
We are in a hand-to-mouth existence. We’ll just have to wait till the TDKR fever chills down. Then we’ll be alright again.