Upon reaching the vicinity of The Medical City, I found out that the small zippered compartment of my backpack was open. Probably because I walked and crossed Ortigas Ave. using the footbridge.
The footbridge is notorious for pickpockets—hooligans who would position themselves behind unknowing pedestrians wearing backpacks. In a flick of a finger with the featherlike touch, they could unzip bags and take wallets or mobile phones. Or your lunch if it looks very scrumptious.
Last night, I shuffled the 5:00 and 5:30 a.m. alarm tones so as to have a greater chance of not recognizing what’s playing in the early morning. It’s very effective especially if one tries to sleep without watching a movie or browsing the internet.
I took a Grab Share (Wait and Save)—the one that has a 5-minute countdown. Then why did I take the footbridge, you ask? Because the driver asked. I suggested a different route but understandably so, the traffic jam after a very far u-turn would be unbearable for an 8 a.m. appointment.
At the physical therapy clinic, I asked the receptionist if I could submit the LOA (letter of authorization) afterwards—because the health insurance office was yet to open. My request was declined and I opted to move my appointment to 9 a.m.
In a different mood, or maybe just waking up from the other side of the bed would spell these experiences as disaster and disappointment. However, thanks to scheduling this day pretty early, I still have time to be at the PayMaya office for an 11 a.m. meeting.
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