I’ve been getting out and about a lot more often for the past couple months. And of course I refuse to ride the filthy, germ riddled, sardine cans they call Jeepneys. There is never ever a point that determines them “full”. No matter how the “caring and loving and respectful” Filipinos inhumanly stuff and cram people in like livestock for slaughter, they always stop and pack more in for 7 pesos more. So I take a taxi. I’m not an animal. And to be perfectly honest, anyone with a shred of dignity and self respect would refuse to ride in Jeepneys also. Every time I have ever taken a Jeepney ride, I end up with a cold or flu and I’m fucked up sick for a week. Jeepneys are utterly disgusting.
But there is something I recently took notice of which is disgusting about riding a taxi. Actually, I’ve always noticed it, but I never really paid much mind to it until recently since I’ve been riding a taxi 3 or 4 days a week for the past couple months. When we’re stopped at an intersection or in gridlock traffic, the driver snorts in a nice big wad of his snot, opens his door, and hocks a loogie. “Disgusting” I thought to myself. And I began to become very aware of this with every taxi ride. Virtually EVERY SINGLE DAY, WITH EVERY TAXI DRIVER, at some point in the ride, the driver would make that disgusting snort in, open his door, and hock out a wad of snot.
I always sit in the back seat. And I began to make it a point to sit on the right side of the back seat, as far away from the driver as possible. I didn’t want any of his spray making it’s way to the back seat left side.
Yesterday was the first taxi ride in two months that was loogie-free! It was the first uneventful, non-disgusting, PLEASANT taxi ride I’ve had in months.
I often walk to places within 2 or 3 kilometers of my home. So I think next time I take a walk, I’m going to survey the intersection and see if it’s riddled with sun-baked loogies.