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The
very first article! First published: April, 1999 on LocalVibe.com |
HOLDAP! Commuting
is a never-ending adventure. I swear, every time you get out of the house,
you are opening yourself up to a destiny that's never under your control.
Just the
other day at noon, I got on a bus in Cubao headed for Makati. There were
around 8 people onboard. A policeman rode. Three shifty-eyed youths disembarked
together soon after. The driver started saying: "Buti na lang sumakay
si sir (policeman). Kanina pa akong nagdududa sa tatlong iyan." Apparently
they looked suspicious to the driver--- too antsy and nervous to be merely
commuters. Hold-uppers, was more like it. At which point the remaining
commuters started speaking up in dismay and horror. We were ALMOST robbed.
And most of us didnt notice a single thing. Still, we
were better off than my officemate who lost his bag and P17,000 Tag Heuer
watch to a bunch of young hold-uppers on a fairly empty Fairview bus at
10 pm. The thieves were even apologetic about their work as they wielded
their knives. "Pasensya na po kayo, trabaho lang ito." Are we supposed
to sit idly by as pimply teenagers rob us of our hard-earned goods and
cash????!!! Well.... yes! The truth of the matter is and i know this may
sound wimpy to you black-belters out there) you can always earn back whatever
was taken. Buy a new watch. Get a new bag. You can't buy yourself a new
life if the robbers decide you're too much trouble and slit your throat. |
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Which is
why I offer you these 1) Don't
carry around big amounts of money when commuting. If this can't be
helped, get a cab. And for cripe's sake, don't cling to
it your bag like it contains millions. If you notice secretaries who just
come out of the bank, they clutch their purses (obviously containing the
company's salaries) with a look on their faces which proclaims, "Don't
bother me, I'm carrying money!" + Take this time I was climbing the pedestrian overpass to Farmers Plaza in Cubao. As is usual on a weekend, the overpass was crowded. I felt kind of strange, like something was about to happen. And true enough as I ascended the stairs, I felt a very slight brush of fingers against my back pocket. I immediately turned and grunted loudly. Whoever did it was quick. No sign of the hand anywhere. Good thing my wallet was in my front jeans pocket. Same thing happened to me not two weeks later in the communion line at church: fingers brushing my empty back pocket. Ever since, my wallets been either up front or in my ratty backpack. Here are
some tips on spotting the pickpockets/bandits among fellow commuters,
as retold to me by one taxi driver who survived an attack from 4 hold-uppers
(and gained several stitches in the process):
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