Another repeat of past events occurred to me last Saturday. History tried to lay its hand the 2nd time on retconning (retroactively continue) a recycled storyline upon me.
If you’ve been following my R&D series for the past 2 years, you may have already read about two entries with similar plotlines: The first happened in Hulo, Malabon back when I was still a high school senior. I was on my way from violin practice in SJA when a seemingly lost foreigner in a car asked me for directions going to Bayan and I showed him the way. The second happened several months later when I’m now a frosh in CSB. I just came home from school early in the evening when an Indian man riding a car approached me while I was walking across M.H. Del Pilar Street towards the subdivision. He asked me for directions going to Mercury Drug-Polo, thus I also showed him the way.
And this one was no different except for a few things: 1)It happened in an LRT station, 2)The foreigner was not driving a car, but he was about to ride a train. But the same old things remained.
I was now on a rush, trying to hitch a train ride home North after a toiling 3 hours of NSTP. Just when I was about to go past the ticket gate, I was approached by a Chinese-looking foreigner (based from his accent, he’s probably Chinese). He showed me a map of the LRT-MRT system and was pointing to some stations.
He pointed to the MRT-Ayala Station. He then pointed to LRT-EDSA station. He wanted to know how he would be able to get himself to the MRT line. I told him that he take a train going south and stop by EDSA station. I further followed, “There’ be a bridge linking EDSA to the starting point of the MRT, which is the MRT-Taft Station. From there, you’d be in Ayala in no time!”. He thanked me and went on his way.
Lapitin talaga ako ng mga humihingi ng tulong, sa tingin niyo?
