"Was it just my sordid imagination or was this post filled with a host of double entendres?" (goes back to sleep)
THIS IS NOT MY CAR.
I borrowed it.
It is a stick shift (manual drive for the unamericans out there)
And I am terrible with a stick.
But it was one of those days when I thought to myself, what is the worst that can happen?
I can stall (Which I did 3X, twice in a busy intersection)
namatayan ako mare, nakakahiya.
I can have difficulty putting it in reverse.
I will look like an old woman with the seat pulled up real close to the steering wheel,
since my legs need to be very active as I
ride the clutch. (ouch.)
So without actually wrecking the-oh-so-very-fancy-car, I managed to make it to the parking lot of Supercuts for a haircut.
(side bar: for those not in-the-know, supercuts might be the equivalent of Arnel's veauty farlor in the corner of chico and anonas st. proj.2-3, manila)
Hermann Hesse,
(the author of one of my favorite books Siddhartha) wrote,
"Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again."
So to follow blindly where others go to get their hair "done"
denies the world of the potentially unique contribution that Supercuts has to offer.
Meet Carol, she "does" my hair.
"I'd like to thank Supercuts for outfit..."
PS. You are an astute man, Beaman.