I gotta start this sequence by saying that there are plenty of things I like about my life here and about my interactions with Filipino people and culture – if things were different, then I should’ve been long gone out of here, as I wouldn’t want to spend a portion of my life in a place that I despise.
This being said though, I can’t stay oblivious for all the weird s*it that I encounter on daily basis, though I normally decide to take them from their funny side, partly due to my relatively laid back and calm nature, and partly due to self-preservation reasons (otherwise I’d have to go insane).
After spending some fair time (nearly a year and a half) living in Makati and roaming around Metro Manila, I guess it was inevitable for me to start collecting in some form the unique stories and experiences I’ve had the (dis)pleasure to observe in my daily meet-ups with the specifics of living in the Phillies. As my social circle is dominated by mostly expats that live in the country on long-term basis, I’m also looking forward to getting the chance to expose some of the hypocritical features of the foreigners, who somehow landed here and refused to return to the real world 🙂
Anyway, enough blabber, I was planning to get a 1-sentence intro, but things somehow got out of hand, so I’ve decided to add this paragraph to prolong it a bit more.
How difficult is it to find a proper place to watch the game in a Sports bar
Recently, I went to watch a Champions league game (soccer, for the U.S-shaped readers) in one of the pubs around Burgos in Makati. Due to the time difference, the starting hour of the game war around 3 in the morning and I expected the venue to be packed, so I’ve decided to hit the bar around an hour and a half before the game and get a few beers with my friends, before it starts.
Even though it was a Wednesday night, the bar was packed with people, both inside and outside, and judging by their jerseys, most of them were there to watch the games. Since there was another match, starting at the same time, I asked the waitresses to put me on a table with access to a screen, where they’re going to show the Man United game. They looked at a black board, where instructions (procedures!) were stated about the seating arrangements and pointed towards a table in the left flank of the place (the right flank was allegedly reserved for the Barcelona game). Why this was supposed to be the case, when in both areas there were 3-4 screens (in any way, enough to show both games), it remained a mystery for me.
I sat there, got a beer, exchanged a few words with the people around me and asked them to put the match previews on the TV. Then another one, less goofier looking waitress, asked me which game I’m referring to and I said I want to watch Man United play, only to find out that of course, out of the 50-50 chance to seat me in the correct area, the greeting committee managed to f*ck things up.
Anyway, I went to the other area, just to see that there were no more seats available, not for me, nor for the people I was going to watch the game with, so I was facing the possibility to watch the game standing, despite my early arrival. I decided to hit the bar, so at least I have some surface to put my glass on. Then I saw all the Barcelona fans, sitting around the tables and immediately realized that (to my satisfaction, uncovered by a spontaneous giggle) they’ll have to go to the other area very soon, as they’ve also been seated in front of the wrong screens. Soon enough I had a coach in front of the screen, with plenty of space for me & my lads.
Then the games started and, of course, they showed both games in both areas, so the intense, yet amusing roman chairs play proved itself being redundant for everyone involved.
Because common sense is too mainstream
Deep into the game, my next trouble began when I’ve decided to order a pizza. I’ve looked at the menu and since I wanted something simple, I ordered a Margharitta, with extra ham. For some reason, this was seen as impossible, and I was offered to order another pizza, which contained ham, sausages, pepperoni, turkey breast and beef and remove everything but the ham. It took 35 minutes, 2 waitresses, the cook and the manager, in order to explain them that the end effect would be the same, the price would have also to be similar (since the ingredients are the same), not to mention that is easier to say “add this 1” than “remove these 4”. They didn’t get it, I got the usual “not possible sir”, followed by blank stares when I defended my logic. This is how our interaction ended:
Bottom line, I finally capitulated, allowing them to bring me whatever they want, as I was already starving. I was once again outplayed in a game I was never destined to win.
When conveniently paying the bill with a CC turns into a nightmare
I normally avoid using credit cards around Burgos, due to security concerns, but I realized that after drinking for 4 hours straight, I’m short of cash, so I decided to settle the bill with my Visa, issued by a Cypress bank. Once again, a Rookie mistake. It was already sunny outside, by the time they figured out how to charge me properly, despite all my protests and pressure to do it faster. I guess this was also partly my fault, as I should’ve known better, but the truth is, I was already hammered enough to be fierce and simply yelled encouraging curses at the staff every 5-10 minutes, in the hope of a speedy solution.
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