Thursday, February 07, 2008

On equal footing

They say that no matter what your social status is, everyone smells equal in the toilet.

This thought was floating in my head last week while I was waiting in line at the NSO. Ingliserang sosyal ka man o pobreng matandang ale (whether you are an English-speaking lass or a poor old miss), it doesn't matter. It will never matter when you're at this government office's mercy. It felt like sweet revenge to the rich and self-important, as I watched a lady in oversized shades with hair highlights demand from the blue guard that she be served ahead of others because she's been there since morning, to which the guard nonchalantly replied, "Hintayin nyo na lang po na tawagin ang number nyo (just wait until your number is called)". This obviously pissed the porcelain skin off of her, but just like the rest of us, she had to sit down and wait. I can just imagine how much arrogance she had to swallow after making a scene in front of about a hundred of us patiently waiting for our turn.

At least for once I get to level off with everybody. Never mind the sweat and hassle.