3 Thoughts while going to work riding one of those yellow Metrolink Ayala/LRT buses.
- I remember the free market as characterized by a skating rink, nobody directs it but nobody bumps into each other most of the time. I’d rather characterize it as the QC Circle during after or about rush hour. The Big Buses are the Big Corporation. The motorcyle commuter are the individuals, the cars are the small enterprise, the small delivery trucks are the medium enterprise. The Big 10 Wheelers are the too big too fail. I’ll expound on this in a later post.
- I was surprised that a cursory look at a person begging for help for a brother who died while working as a tricycle driver had seven twenty peso bills and more than 20 pesos in coins. Either people are more generous now or this bus is an outlier. Your belief in this actually shows more about you than in my my observation.
- I wrap my tickets with the money I get for change and stupidly I gave twenty pesos to the person asking for help (See number one). A ticket inspector started checking tickets. I asked to be bypassed because I have yet to realize my mistake. When I finally realized it I called the conductor and paid again. He was dumb founded and asked, Haven’t I given you a ticket already(In tagalog)? I told him I lost it but I’m paying so I won’t have to explain to the inspector. He gave me change and a ticket for the minimum fair. I was surprised because he gave me a discount without me asking for it.