Ate and Kuya Waiting Shed

April 24, 2007

Last night, I got down the commuter van, hoping to buy a bunch of those two-peso siomai sold across the street. This particular breed of siomai tastes particularly badly, but I'm a sucker for them stuff so to hell with taste buds and salmonella! It helps that the sauce is not something I wouldn't mind drinking for an indefinite period of time. 

 

The long and short of it is that after crossing the street (this should tell you that I must REALLY want that siomai because as mentioned here and here, I don't like crossing streets very much. I avoid the dirty chore as much as possible), there was no siomai vendor. Downhearted, I made my way to the bus stop that would take me home. I wasn't really paying attention to the world due to my latest disappointment. I noticed a man waving his arms at me, arms; normally I wouldn't even glance because I don't care about strange people waving their arms at me, but I think this person knows me because the fact that I'm half-blind at night is totally top secret. Or maybe not.

 

Anyway, the man turned out to be Kuya Waiting Shed. He and his wife, Ate Waiting Shed, used to sell sandwiches and some juice in the, what else, waiting shed. The bus drivers would usually buy from them while waiting for passengers to board, or the passengers themselves before going to wherever they were going, or just plain bored pedestrians wanting a bit of talk. After the long ride from Manila, my former Spouse Equivalent (okay, ex-boyfriend, if we have to be sophomoric here) would visit them for a while and buy some juice. He'll usually handle the conversation, and I'd just smile and nod like I paid attention.

 
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