Urbanized Dolphin

The other day I was riding with my bro in his car. As we were cruising along C-5 road heading towards the Market Market mall at the Fort his car’s engine suddenly yelped . The hood suddenly became a flat chimney as it blew thick white smoke all over.

Obviously something was wrong (Lui’s multiple personality number one says: You don’t say? Duh!) so we decided to pull down the side of the road. Both of us got out of the car to take a look at the smoke belching hood.

Then an officer from the Traffic enforcement group riding a big easy rider bike (those HAGAD motorbikes) suddenly popped out of nowhere. I thought he was gonna ticket us or something. Again, as most things in my life, I assumed wrong. Way way wrong….

The cop said, “Nasiraan kayo ng kotse?” (Your car broke down?).

Instantly I frisked my own body and searched all over for a sign or something on me that says “PLEASE ASK OBVIOUS QUESTIONS TO THIS GUY”. I only stopped when my big brother (literally he’s big, I’m taller but his really big, I’m like Yao, his like Yokuzuna, except it’s pure mass) gave me a hard slap on the back of my neck.

What the fuck? Was the cop too stupid to realize that yes our car bugged down. That there is obviously something wrong and anyone can tell because the car hood’s resemble like a smoke shaft as it puffs tremendous amount of smoke.

I instinctively said, “Ay hindeeee! Napagod lang un sasakyan, nag request lang ng yosi break kaya pinagbigyan namin”(No, our car got tired and requested for a quick cigarette break so we gave him a butt)

Again my enormously framed brother gave me another good nape slapping.

The traffic cop went dead silent. He just looked at us. He’s probably thinking that were Dolphy and Panchito’s (Philippine’s Abbot and Costelo) clones.

He just said “Ok” and went on his way.

He said ok. Why on earth did he said ok?

Hell if I know. Damn if I care.

Get my gun I wanna shoot my self in the head right now

Stupid bike riding pig.