Some Days I Just Crack Myself Up

I just got home from a great weekend in Tagaytay with the Santugon Execom of GE2012.  I'll make a dedicated post about that soon but for now, I must share how I crack myself up too much sometimes. I am too funny.



It was 1pm today and we were about to leave Tagaytay for Manila with 3 cars. Before leaving, we decided to take some photos first outside our rented house.  At some pointed, it started to rain, so we rushed to the cars and drove off. I was one of the drivers.

The caretaker of the house waved at us, and I waved back and mouthed a "thank you." This is an important detail.

By 2:30, we already reached Petron along SLEX. Traffic wasn't so bad since it was a Sunday.

By 3pm, I'd dropped off Carlo, Sasa, Nic, and Janine at Magallanes.  I drove all the way back south to Alabang to meet up with Robert, Louise, and Tracey, who decided to go to Palms.

At 3:45, I arrived at Palms alone. It was no longer raining. I parked and proceeded to get my bag at the back of the car.  I popped open the back and there I saw it.


Nothing. I saw nothing. The back was empty. I'd left my bags in Tagaytay.

To make matters worse--almost Hollywood-level--my phone was about to die, and I had little load left anyway.  I got back into the driver's seat and thought about what to do.  That's when it started raining hard again. Why was everything on cue??

I considered my options:
1. drive back to Tagaytay tomorrow (Monday). I was only to go to work half-day anyway.
2. have the bags FedEx'd.
3. drive back to Tagaytay...now.

I realized I couldn't take the first option, because my glasses, contact lens case, laptop, chargers, toiletries, and other valuables were in my bags, and I needed them with me. Neither could I take option 2, because that's just weird.

I decided to waste no time and drive back to Tagaytay ASAP.

By the time I reached SLEX southbound again, I just found myself too funny. It was too funny. I'm a crackhead and I should feel bad about it. I found that funny. I could only laugh at myself.

I went mad driving, but there were spots of traffic. At one point I must have stayed in one spot (with the handbrake up) for about 10 mins.  I reached the house again at 5pm and got my stuff.

The caretaker who waved goodbye to me the first time explained that he wasn't waving; he was trying to call our attention, because he knew we had bags left behind.

O.

M.

GGGGGGGGGG.

Anyway, I had already decided not to be pissed about the situation, so I let it go. I then began the drive back, through the same route, to my home in Paranaque.  Only this time, it was much more traffic.  It was bumper to bumper for most of the 3 HOUR trip from Tagaytay.  This was twice as long as it was the first time (which was a few hours prior...).  And it was alone.

Now I'm really exhausted and I don't know what the hell just happened this afternoon and why I didn't freak out with my life. All I can do is LOOOOOL. Some days I just crack myself up.