Passenger Tales

One of the scariest taxi rides I can remember happened in Davao almost eight years ago. I was in Davao that time with my officemate Bob (hi bob!) We were conducting a Survey on Productivity Awareness. I was staying with my grandmother whose house was in the suburbs while Bob was staying at the satellite office in the central district, since it had a place for visitors from the central office. On our second night in the city, I met with Kate, a high school friend who I haven’t seen for some years. We went to the mall for dinner. We stayed until the mall closed since we had a lot of catching up to do then we went to her home where we continued with our conversation. It was around nine o’clock when I finally decided to go home since I was not quite familiar with the place so I was afraid of going home very late. I took a taxi and since I was so busy saying goodbye to Kate, it was only when the taxi was underway that I saw the red eyes of the driver. It was really red like he was on drugs or a very bad case of sore eyes. I could not get off because we were already along the highway going to the suburbs. I was very afraid especially when he would peer at the mirror every so often and I would see his red eyes looking at me. Thinking back, maybe the reason he was peering every now and then was to check the traffic behind us At that time all sorts of wild thoughts were racing through my mind like was this my last taxi ride ever? Was I going to be an addition to the statistics on victims of crime? What about all the things I haven’t done yet? I was still so young and I had my whole life ahead of me. Hehe. All through out the ride I was silently reciting the Memorare until I got home without incident. I was so greatful to arrive at my grandma’s house without incident, thanks to my guardian angel