A handful of coins and flowers

I hitched a ride with Calel yesterday (as usual).


While we were walking in the direction opposite the cars to look for Fidel, his family’s driver, a group of elementary students passed and one kid scornfully remarked: “Mga yosi boys.”* Because we were walking toward the area where our school’s smokers hang out to do their thing and that we’re high school students, I assumed they probably assumed that we were. No, we aren’t.

Going through road signs that were blocking our way, we found the car. Now, since there were a couple of documents sitting on the passenger seat in the front, I opted to sit at the back. I’m usually told to sit in front by Calel.