Mahangin ba sa labas?

Let’s call them B1 and B2.

B1 whipped out his cellphone, looked at every passenger inside the jeepney and started talking to someone he called “General”. He kept mentioning NBI appointments, General this, General that and the President in almost every sentence. Then he would look to make sure everyone is listening.

B2, who was sitting directly across B1, rolled his eyes and shook his head everytime he heard those words and would look at the other passengers (a young kolehiyala and me) with an expression that says: “Do you believe this bullshit?”

When B1 finished talking to his General, he again looked at all three of us, looking very smug.

B2 then whipped out his wallet, looked at all three co-passengers then took out his IDs (there were like three, I think) and studied them one by one. All three IDs were issued by the PIA. Then he started sorting his business cards, right there inside the jeepney, which was flying past all vehicles on Commonwealth Avenue.

He lifted each card one by one and was always careful that the logos of media companies and government agencies printed on the cards were visible to everyone.

B1 looked properly impressed and commented: “Ang dami n’yan, pare, ah.” B2 nodded and smiled, looking very smug himself.

Them crazy bananas got off at Visayas Avenue. And the girl across me burst out laughing, at about the same time I did.

What a way to start a day.