The older gentlemen that is our jeepney dispatcher in San Miguel here in Guimaras is a jovial man that always chats we me, and is impressed when I use my limited amount of Tagalog (Filipino) on him. He stuck his head inside the jeepney one day to ask Sainted Patient Wife if I knew Tagalog; he just couldn’t believe some Bonehead Americano like me knew some phrases in his language. Aww, shucks, I was just B.S.ing him like I did all my co-workers back in the States. It’s a gift. Our San Miguel dispatcher always steers me to a front seat next to the driver where there is more room. Today somebody else was sitting up front, and he made them scoot over to make room for me (it was a bench seat up front, still more room than poor Sainted Patient Wife had in the back with the other passengers.) Gave the dispatcher a six-pack of San Miguels last week; don’t think that hurt my chances to get future front seats riding shotgun. Doesn’t matter wherever you are in the world, be it Manila or Memphis, it’s always good to schmooze a bit.
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