Better than MMDA!

>>NEW! TOILET ON THE GO!

The usual heavy traffic at Crossing on a hot afternoon made me glad I took the air-conditioned bus home. I sit there tired, my eyes glossing over the huge backpack and two other bags. Before I left my tita's house I called my cousin to watch me when I stepped onto a weighing scale to see how much I weighed with all the "camping gear" on me. The arrow pointed to 60kg. That meant I walked at least 2 miles from the subdivision to the bus station with 10kg of dead weight on my body. I felt like a war hero (and a real scrooge for not riding a tricycle instead.)

I push the curtain away from the window to see where I am. Still stuck, apparently. I heaved a sigh and thought about bringing out a book to read. One look at the bag made me change my mind. No way I was going to pore all the way through my stuff for a book. I glance at the scene again, hoping the bus had at least inched ahead. That didn't happen, but something else caught my eye.

A bus adjacent to us. The conductor went outside and stood in front one of the bus tires. My God, was he going to do what I think he was? My eyes glue on to the man's back, half-disgusted, half-amazed. I can't hear anything except the hum of our bus as we waited for the light to turn green.

He unzipped.

I had thoughts of looking away by now.

He went to the tiny space between the tires.

My eyebrows shot up.

He looked left and right while he did his thing. (Shy, are we?)

I looked left and right inside the bus, wondering if anyone else was seeing this...it was a one-crowd performance.

He zipped his pants up and came inside the bus.

The wet stain on the tire made me cringe.

And I thought the MMDA was gross for putting up those pink pee-on-walls. It seems they need to put wheels on those things too.