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Delivery Boy
By Elize del Prado · 02/13/18

I wondered why the usual deliverer of my Lazada and PR packages is not around. Did he get fired? But we were just starting to get along because he was really funny and scared of my Dad.

Kuya Lazada was replaced by someone I didn't instantly like.

The guy is just...

He's downright rude. And if you've been reading my blogs for a while now, you know I especially detest rude people because of their lacking mannerism. Going back to the topic, I didn't like his (the delivery boy's) demeanor and his way of talking. It's kind of... how should I say this, brusque and impatient. That kind of vibes. And above all that, he looked pretty intimidating. He was oozing with bad energy that I knew right away that if we're acquainted, I'd avoid his tracks.

Is this how you hate someone? Kahit hindi mo kilala mas'yado, kaaayawan mo agad? Is this even a valid feeling?

"Oh, order mo," he said, rudely (almost) throwing me my parcel that's probably full of important somethings from my Instagram sponsorships. I think I found myself glaring at him at the time. "Bayad? Sayang oras. Last ko na 'to." That, he added with matching raising eyebrows like he was, sorry for the term, bitching on me.

God, it was an awful experience.

I felt like suffocating in his presence.

If I ever meet this man again, I'll probably end up disliking him. And that's weird because I, for one, don't spend time hating on people. I wasn't like that. I grew up by the rules (my father's influence) and I don't go hating strangers off the bat.

But this hot stranger (yes, HOT—because he's got serious appearance girls would probably kneel for) is bad news.

I hope I never see him again.


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