I walk in a straight path of pavement going to this yellow-coated, one-storey establishment infamously known as the Shopping Center. With every step I made, I thought about the things I needed to do in there. I thought about how I would do it in just one go. I didn’t want myself to look lost, stopping by every kiosk I pass by. In everything I would do, I just needed to be poised. Everything I needed to buy, every stall I need to go to must be all organized in my head. They just need to.
I walked in to the grocery area, feeling a little “medieval” atmosphere caused by the pale fading walls. I couldn’t help but notice how old-looking the place was. It might have been older than me. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I just went there to ask for some prices, and I did it fast, way before I got myself intrigued by the whole place to insult the whole thing. It would just be a waste of time.
As I walk out of the door, I brushed my hair and my shoulders and went on to the next stall I’m headed for. Alas, everything else I needed was there: the lanyards, ballers, and keychains. A lady wearing a white unattractive shirt stands behind the counter with her elbows sitting on the surface and her chin, on her palms. She looked at me with a weird, tired face. Her pale makeup, her straight face, and her soon-to-close eyes just gave me the creeps. I just smiled. She didn’t.
“Ate, magkano sa mga lanyards nyo?” I asked.
“120”
“Eh sa ballers?”
“35,” I noticed her voice didn’t change a pitch. Was she a robot? O.o I just nodded.
I wasn’t sure what lanyard design to buy, so I asked her “Ate pwede bang picturan kasi –“
“oo,” I wasn’t even finished yet. And again, *robot voice*. Yikes. Her rushed eye shadow didn’t help either. So what the heck, I took pictures.
With everything I needed with me, I took off. I took off to some place better, to purgatory. BLEEEEH, I just went back to our lounge. At least there would be no robot voices there.
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