supposed to have my tires aired but the gasoline attendants were busy so i did it myself. shortly after, an attendant walked over to where i was.
me: 'aw... i just finished airing the tires...'
attendant: 'all of them, ma'am?'
me: 'yes... all... thanks anyway...'
and so he started walking away...
me: 'oh, wait... i'll reenact it... can you take my picture, please?'
he said yes and i handed him my phone...
he amusedly took pics of me crouched in front of my tire...
me: 'indulge me... i rarely do this so i want a remembrance...'
;")
a ripple of kindness
paying for my purchase at the cashier... another customer comes up and realizes her money is short by five pesos.
me to cashier: 'just add the P5 to my bill...'
customer: 'awww... that is so embarrassing...'
me: 'it's okay... just pay it forward...'
customer: 'i'm so embarrassed... actually, my mom is there... i could go out and ask her for P5...'
me: 'oh, don't bother... just pay it forward... you see a beggar just give him your P5...'
the girl was so thankful...
guess what though, as i was about to sign my charge slip i saw that the cashier did not add the P5.
me: 'you didn't add the P5!'
cashier: 'it's okay, ma'am...'
me: 'who's going to shoulder it if you don't charge it to me? wait, does it have to be cash? i don't have cash here but i have in the car...'
cashier: 'never mind, ma'am...'
me: 'will they make you pay?'
cashier: 'my manager said it's okay, ma'am...'
me: 'oh... you're so kind... thank you...'
let's spread the love... <3 <3 <3
me to cashier: 'just add the P5 to my bill...'
customer: 'awww... that is so embarrassing...'
me: 'it's okay... just pay it forward...'
customer: 'i'm so embarrassed... actually, my mom is there... i could go out and ask her for P5...'
me: 'oh, don't bother... just pay it forward... you see a beggar just give him your P5...'
the girl was so thankful...
guess what though, as i was about to sign my charge slip i saw that the cashier did not add the P5.
me: 'you didn't add the P5!'
cashier: 'it's okay, ma'am...'
me: 'who's going to shoulder it if you don't charge it to me? wait, does it have to be cash? i don't have cash here but i have in the car...'
cashier: 'never mind, ma'am...'
me: 'will they make you pay?'
cashier: 'my manager said it's okay, ma'am...'
me: 'oh... you're so kind... thank you...'
let's spread the love... <3 <3 <3
face–to–face
cousin has been posting pics of their beloved cat, luna, in facebook... then today we went to their house...
she goes: 'hey, would you like to see luna in person?'
her sister butts in: 'in animal!'
; )
she goes: 'hey, would you like to see luna in person?'
her sister butts in: 'in animal!'
; )
month amount
paying my sister's bill early.
me to cashier: '<sister's name>... for feb...'
cashier pulls up my sister's record then goes: 'how many are you paying?'
me: 'just one...'
cashier: '<sister's name>?'
me: 'yes... <sister's name>...'
cashier: 'why four five?'
me: 'what four five?'
cashier: 'four thousand five hundred...'
me: 'oh... it's higher now?'
cashier: 'no... it's still the same...'
me: 'then why P4,500?'
cashier: 'you said you're paying four five...'
me: 'haha... i said, 'for feb'... for february...'
; p
me to cashier: '<sister's name>... for feb...'
cashier pulls up my sister's record then goes: 'how many are you paying?'
me: 'just one...'
cashier: '<sister's name>?'
me: 'yes... <sister's name>...'
cashier: 'why four five?'
me: 'what four five?'
cashier: 'four thousand five hundred...'
me: 'oh... it's higher now?'
cashier: 'no... it's still the same...'
me: 'then why P4,500?'
cashier: 'you said you're paying four five...'
me: 'haha... i said, 'for feb'... for february...'
; p
soften the blow
my dad likes to collect and share information.
he reads something, he clips the article and has it photocopied.
he thinks of something, he asks me to google it and "print three copies."
he writes something (an article, a letter, a speech, a prayer, a list, labels, captions), he asks me to encode it and "print three copies," sometimes five, sometimes ten, one time thirty.
i've been his typist from the time we first had a desktop which was in the late '80s. that time, even things his secretary is supposed to be the one typing at the office he'd ask me to encode at home on the computer.
and he wants everything final. no drafts for him, at least supposedly. (uhm, there's a speed difference printing fast draft, normal quality and best quality, remember?) actually however, everything is draft for him. don't make the mistake of giving him his document in the morning. you'll end up doing it the whole day. revisions keep on entering his mind every time he gets a printout. it's a test of patience and endurance. i've used up printer ribbons before, ink now and even a ream of paper printing revisions of the same document! the waste of time and resources makes me cringe. but hey, you gotta indulge your dad. or should you?
an aunt was relating to us when she retired she had so many things she wanted to do but she didn't have staff anymore. so she started asking her daughter to do stuff for her. well, my cousin eventually told her, "you should get an assistant, mom."
and my aunt realized it is just fair that she should so she did! the same daughter but with billing hours... ; p
now i don't intend to start billing my dad. i think, however, i've started to show fatigue for his typing requirements. yesterday, he told me he's making this book. he wanted me to type this, this, this and that and that, too. i couldn't hide the dismay on my face. anyway, i took the doc but didn't work on it yet.
a while later, my dad tells me not to proceed anymore. he chose just one and told me to type just that. ok.
then today, he calls me again and hands me another one to type.
wahaha... i have a feeling i'll be typing that book on installment.
clever... ; p
he reads something, he clips the article and has it photocopied.
he thinks of something, he asks me to google it and "print three copies."
he writes something (an article, a letter, a speech, a prayer, a list, labels, captions), he asks me to encode it and "print three copies," sometimes five, sometimes ten, one time thirty.
i've been his typist from the time we first had a desktop which was in the late '80s. that time, even things his secretary is supposed to be the one typing at the office he'd ask me to encode at home on the computer.
and he wants everything final. no drafts for him, at least supposedly. (uhm, there's a speed difference printing fast draft, normal quality and best quality, remember?) actually however, everything is draft for him. don't make the mistake of giving him his document in the morning. you'll end up doing it the whole day. revisions keep on entering his mind every time he gets a printout. it's a test of patience and endurance. i've used up printer ribbons before, ink now and even a ream of paper printing revisions of the same document! the waste of time and resources makes me cringe. but hey, you gotta indulge your dad. or should you?
an aunt was relating to us when she retired she had so many things she wanted to do but she didn't have staff anymore. so she started asking her daughter to do stuff for her. well, my cousin eventually told her, "you should get an assistant, mom."
and my aunt realized it is just fair that she should so she did! the same daughter but with billing hours... ; p
now i don't intend to start billing my dad. i think, however, i've started to show fatigue for his typing requirements. yesterday, he told me he's making this book. he wanted me to type this, this, this and that and that, too. i couldn't hide the dismay on my face. anyway, i took the doc but didn't work on it yet.
a while later, my dad tells me not to proceed anymore. he chose just one and told me to type just that. ok.
then today, he calls me again and hands me another one to type.
wahaha... i have a feeling i'll be typing that book on installment.
clever... ; p
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