Passenger Talesstories about my experiences as a traveler and passenger

Earlier, it was my misfortune to ride a jeepney with a hotheaded driver. My first inkling of his temperament was when he turned left and encountered a fellow driver who was competing with him for passengers. They called each other “Buaya” (crocodile) and it was not a sweet name-calling mind you. They encountered each other twice more during that 20 minute ride with two more name-calling incidents. Then he got angry with a trash collector boy who was driving a sidecar because the boy muttered something while waiting for our jeepney to move. He shouted something but I don’t think the boy in the sidecar heard him. As we neared the intersection of Amang Rodriguez and Marcos Highway, the driver stopped the jeepney and made a hand signal to the boy. I was muttering to myself because I was already running late. He started the jeepney and moved a little bit forward before stopping again. I think he was waiting for the other jeepney driver, his nemesis. Call me a coward but I so abhor confrontations. I suddenly got off the jeepney and crossed using the footbridge to the other side instead of waiting for him to go round the U-turn slot and getting off on the other side of Marcos Highway. Before reaching the footbridge I turned to look and saw that the other driver did not stop for a confrontation. I think I got off the jeepney prematurely for nothing but I’d rather err on the side of caution.