Not Quite A Bad Day After All

What a day! First I woke up early for an interview at Manila Science High School with its principal. As usual I arrived earlier than scheduled to where I was meeting Sef. You see, she lives in Manila but I don't exactly know how to get there. I have been there once but I hadn't memorized what routes to take and jeepneys to ride in. So everytime we meet, I wait for her at this 7-11 in Espana.
I arrived 30 minutes early. Like I always do, I phoned her home but her line cried "This line is not available" or something to that effect. "What!, I just called her earlier. What the hell's wrong with the line? In this world of fast technology, one thing remains rusted, forgotten by the emergence of cellphones and more cellphones" I told myself.
Good thing Ibs had a caller ID and everytime Sef calls me [apparently I am staying at his house] using a different line her number becomes listed in the ID. I called him up and asked for the other number. Then I called the number and a woman answered saying to hold on for a minute. She came back with a husky sound like she just got up. Apparently, Sef had already left the house. So I waited for her, lit up a stick of Winston Lights and read Poalo Coelho's Veronica Decides to Die which eventually I would finish reading later.
She appeared in a white shirt wearing a white sandals. "Virginal" that's what I remarked her. She laughed and told me "ang landi ng buhok mo." You see last Saturday I had my hair dyed into streaks of coffee red.
Anyways, we took a jeep and headed to MaSci.
After the interview which thankfully didn't last long, I took an FX headed for Philcoa where I would take another ride going to school. I paid a hundred bucks. Not that I don't have change or anything but I wasn't sure how much the ride would cost me so I played it safe. The driver told me to wait for the change so I got my book and started reading. It always makes me dizzy reading while riding but I wasn't about to let it get to me. I continued until I felt sleepy and eventually settled into a nap with my head slightly tilted to the window of the vehicle. Then after sometime, the vehicle stopped and I was awaken. It seemed that something was wrong with it and the driver is starting to return the money of the passengers. We hadn't gotten far. We were still in Espana. I asked for my change and the driver asked if I had 10 bucks. I looked at my wallet and all I've got was a 20 peso bill and pennies amounting to Php9.25. A lady was just outside and I can see her through my side of the window. Apparently she was also waiting for her 10-peso change. The driver gave me 20 bucks which I refused to accept because that would mean that I would have paid him 20 pesos which is far too much from the amount of kilometers the vehicle drove. I was about to get mad but then I thought it wasn't his fault so I waited for him to think. He handed me my 100 peso bill and told me to just give 10 bucks to the lady outside. It irritated me. Now I had to think about the lady too. The driver merely passed me his responsibility. I hadn't noticed awhile ago that the lady was carrying a baby. I composed myself and tried to looked sympathetic. Actually I really was sympathetic. I'm sure it was hard to carry a baby much more when the penetrating heat of the sun was almost unbearable. I thought of a way to get a change so I could give the lady her 10 bucks. Then she asked me how much my change was and when I told her she asked for it. She decided to ride the jeep from her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I looked at the corner if there were any shops where I could get my money a change but to my disappointment all there was were cigarette and candy vendors. They couldn't have any change. So I handed the lady the coins and she headed off.
I, on the other hand rode in an FX to Philcoa and arrived in school thirty minutes early.