So the other day something interesting happened. My car was unavailable because of number coding so I had to commute. I was on my way home at around 11:30 midnight and I felt the urge to buy a hotdog sandwich from a nearby 7-11 store at Gil Puyat Ave. I wasn’t even hungry, and I was sure of it, but I just had to purchase a hotdog sandwich. I even thought of the price. Thirty plus bucks for a hotdog sandwich and a regular drink.

So I bought it and after putting on the dressing and ketchup, I was on my way. I caught a jeepney to Guadalupe. When I got on, I immediately noticed the person seated beside me. He was at the very end of the jeepney. He was dressed in rags and appeared very dirty. My initial reaction was to move away, and I immediately felt guilty for even thinking about it.

It was then that out of the blue, it dawned upon me that maybe there was a reason behind me buying a hotdog sandwich, despite not feeling hungry. I looked at the man beside me. He is very thin and dirty. I gave him my half-eaten hotdog sandwich and coke. I hope he appreciated it. When we reached Buendia he alighted. I felt good.

Share This