I Am The Invisible Man in the Philippines! Yeah, who would have thought a six foot tall, 190 pound, loud, overbearing white guy in the Philippines would be invisible? Getting a pump boat ticket at Ortiz dock in Iloilo City, and as I was standing at the counter, a lady in her 50's, accompanied by a female companion, pushed a 50 peso note in front of my 13 pesos, the cost of the ticket. I pushed her bill back, and said:
"Excuse me, but am I invisible, and you do not see me standing in front of you?"
She laughed and said "Yes!"
"Really?" I replied. "But I am so much bigger than you, and you still don't see me?"
By this time I had gotten my ticket for the ride back on the Ric Rac as the line jumper (which is fairly common in the Philippines) waited to purchase her ticket back to Guimaras.
She had no reply, so I walked away and boarded my boat. As soon as I took my seat, the engines started as I was the last one to board, mine was the last ticket sold. As the Ric Rac crew pushed the boat off the dock, I saw the rude lady and her companion walking to the next boat. But she would have to wait. The crew doesn't leave until they have a full vessel. Instant karma!
I have no problem respecting those more senior than me, although I might have been older than this lady, and I am sure my wife was grateful she was not with me on this particular trip to Iloilo as she would have been embarrassed.
But there is no excuse to blatantly try to force your way ahead of someone in line and just be rude. I don't think the line jumper understood my English and didn't have a clue as to what I was saying. I guess I should make an attempt to be more pleasant when faced with a minor hassle, but perhaps I'm just getting comfortable in my role as an old geezer at the age of 58. Maybe I just need to drink more San Miguels!