here's the back story: i was already aboard a jeepney liner with pretty half of the capacity was in the loading number and when i saw the "fare boy" of course i automatically explored my jean pocket for my leather purse. Lo and behold and Sweat glands! I only had a 200-peso bill. panic attack. panic showed. i was panicky. panicity (such a word?). i placed my shopping bag (vegetables) filled with 3 heads of lettuce and a kilo of china oranges (lemonsito in local word) to the seat then i looked for loose change in my bag. NONE! my thoughts? if i gave this bill, the jeepney "crew" would hurl at me some sermon about "sinsilyo lang unta" then i fished again my front pocket and i felt heaven: i felt coins and coins and COINS!
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