A taxi driver picked up a passenger at midnight. His lady passenger doesn't talk. Even if he ask him. Then he noticed that her face is pale and she's wearing a white dress. Her hair is uncombed.
He's scared.
When they reached her destination, he noticed there's only one source of light in the area - a lamp post not too far from where she got off.
As he helped her unload her stuff, he clears his throat and asked, "Ma'am, why are you dressed in white?"
She looked strangely at him and slowly moved her right arm at her back. He stepped back a bit so that he's ready to run just in case she shows him something that might scare him.
She took something from her back, raised it in front of him and said, "Because I use Tide laundry soap."
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Do Not Lie
A father s teaching his daughter to always tell the truth. He told her it's a bad thing to lie and people don't like liars.
Two days after their conversation, a neighbor of them whom the father don't want to talk with was knocking at their door. Seeing who's knocking, he told his daughter to tell he's not there. "But Dad, you said it's bad to lie."
"I know what I said and right now I'm teaching you obedience. Just obey your father, okay?"
"What do you want me to tell her?"
"Just tell her I'm not here."
The girl went to the door, opened it and told the visitor, "You heard him. He's not here."
Two days after their conversation, a neighbor of them whom the father don't want to talk with was knocking at their door. Seeing who's knocking, he told his daughter to tell he's not there. "But Dad, you said it's bad to lie."
"I know what I said and right now I'm teaching you obedience. Just obey your father, okay?"
"What do you want me to tell her?"
"Just tell her I'm not here."
The girl went to the door, opened it and told the visitor, "You heard him. He's not here."
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Voices In High Tune
On my way to church with my twin daughters our bus stopped at the mall to pick up passengers. One by one they stepped onto the doorway. The last passenger who went in stopped to tell something to the driver. Her companions, a child and a young adult, went straight to the back. She was asking the driver to let her in without a fare card (that is, bus ticket) because she lost it in the mall.
Shortly after she finished her statements, the driver immediately said, "Ma'am, if you don't have a ticket, you need to exit the bus." The lady then repeated her story. This time with a little but higher tone.
Then it became a cycle. She talks. He talks back. It was like listening to a student of a music lessons repeatedly singing the same line of a song that gets higher everytime.
I felt the driver's urge to stop the argument when he said, "If you keep raising your voice, I will keep raising my voice. You don't have a ticket, you need to exit the bus."
Shortly after she finished her statements, the driver immediately said, "Ma'am, if you don't have a ticket, you need to exit the bus." The lady then repeated her story. This time with a little but higher tone.
Then it became a cycle. She talks. He talks back. It was like listening to a student of a music lessons repeatedly singing the same line of a song that gets higher everytime.
I felt the driver's urge to stop the argument when he said, "If you keep raising your voice, I will keep raising my voice. You don't have a ticket, you need to exit the bus."
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