Last Sunday, I got off from work a bit late. Having the semi-closer shift on weekends, I usually share the fastest elevator in the Universe with the station's service masters.
3 service masters were waiting by the elevator door when I came about 9:45 pm, Sunday.
I felt safe upon riding with them, because I knew they won't do me any harm.
Service Master 1 is texting, sneaking on his mobile phone while the MRT admin were not around.
Service Master 1: Tetext ko lang siya, sayang naman baka eto na nga.
( I'll just text her, she might be the one )
Service Master 2: Bakit mo naman yan nasabi?
Service Master 2: Bakit mo naman yan nasabi?
( What made you say that? )
Service Master 1: Pakiramdam ko kasi kami na talaga.
( I can feel that we are meant to be )
Service Master 3: Huwag mo nang pakawalan, sabi nga ni Jolina..."Chuvachuchu".
( Do not let her go, as Jolina said "Chuvachuchu" )
I'm holding the laughter inside of me that time, the elevator may burst when I start laughing.
I held it for 3 straight minutes! Good thing I didn't fart.
I held it for 3 straight minutes! Good thing I didn't fart.
Btw, good job Jolina!
You're such a trend-setter.
Ciao,
Joyce
Ciao,
Joyce
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