A Commuter's Life

I am glad to be home safe and sound after almost an hour of travel from office to here. Well it was raining hard a while ago and traffic was expected. I was on a morning shift and I had to go with the rush hour. When the clock struck 6 o’clock, I swiped my company ID and out I went off the road.

It did not take long for me to get a ride. After the first stop, the jeepney for my last ride seemed just waiting for me. Oh, well, I thought I was lucky. As I was a bout to sit, not even a palm size of my gluteals fitted on the supposed to be 8-9 persons capacity for each row of the jeepney. I just hold on tight to the upper bars so that I would not fall down. Some of the passengers were already looking at me as if telling me I should get down and wait for another ride. Oh, no! I wanted to reach home immediately and rest. The lady at the opposite side had a heart and volunteered to exchange places with me so that I could sit comfortably. Her hips were smaller compared to mine. Besides, they were only eight at their side. She fitted well to that tiny space left and all of my gluteus max already touched the surface of the jeepney’s seat. In only about a few minutes, some passengers alighted already and the girl who gave her seat to me was also able to sit comfortably. What a gentle lady, huh!

The lady’s gesture made me think… There were men inside that jeep also. Well, I did not expect any gentleman these days. I think it is not an obligation. After all, women are fighting now for equal rights. Maybe, that also goes for even small things like that. Everyone deserves to have a seat that he pays for.

I remember one incident in an MRT ride. My husband and I were already seated when a couple came in. My husband offered his seat to the woman. When there was already a space, instead of my husband to be able to take it, the woman called her husband to rush to it. Oh, well…