Bonding with Mabz last night. Nuod ng Chicago. But before that the ticket given to me was the wrong one so I had to go first to the porter of the said movie and have it signed and then go back to the booth and exchange it for Chicago. My feet were killing me after all that walking from Shangri-La to Megamall that I couldn't help but scowl at every person I come across to. When we got to Cinema 2 the porter was also having a hard time with a lady who's demanding he let her son in to watch the movie. She insisted that her son is already thirteen, though I myself am not convinced. Carmela, my youngest sister was really tall for her age before she turned thirteen, and there were numerous times we tried cheating her age at the porters of Glorietta and Rob Manila but failed. This boy was no exception, I could tell he’s eleven or twelve. Anyway, I handed the porter my ticket telling him my situation and have him signed it. We rushed back to the ticket booth to get my Chicago ticket and headed to Cinema 6.

Mabz: Tol, erata nung babae. Porke may pera lang noh.
Me: Oo nga eh.

People (ok, some) with money think they can always have it their way.