Entering the Line of 2
I’m now two decades old. It’s…sad, isn’t it?
Sitting in the driver’s back, two of my classmates at the backseat and one in front, I waited for two other passengers for the tricycle to leave. Then, four other classmates arrive. No two of them is willing to leave the other two so they settled themselves in a different “trike”. Moments after…
Them: (referring to the driver) Manong, baydan nalang namon ang kulang. (Mister, we’ll just pay for the other two.)
Us: (immediately) Baydan man namon ‘nong! (We’ll pay the other two too!) :laugh: :cheerful:
And so, off the two vehicles went. We lost the race. 😆