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My sister lost her passport three months ago. She’s not exactly what you’d call a “neat freak” so her missing passport isn’t actually new to me. Anyways, she’s been trying to find the damn thing for quite some time (3 months) and was almost resigned to the fact that she’d be forced to get a new one. Anyone who has a passport knows how fucking hard it is to get a new one especially if you lost yer old passport. Paper works, filing stuff to the authorities, shit like that.
This morning around 8:30, We were making our way to our respective offices when we realized we have absolutely no smaller bills to spare for our short FX ride. Sasa, being the first born, took it upon herself to buy insignificant goods to score some change in the nearby sari-sari store. She was idly checking out the food from the store when a posted sign caught her eyes:
Ang tanga kong ate, na laging nawawalan ng gamit ay natulala, kinalabit ako then started giggling while claiming she is that person to the cashier and started flinging her ID around. Turns out, a tricycle driver found the passport and (rightfully) assumed the girl who lost it is from the village we’re in. The cashier told us, they’ve been looking for the owner of the schiz for a long time.
So why am I telling this funny news to you guys? My sister told me she can’t say to her bosses that she found her passport otherwise isasama sha sa Hong Kong. She gave me permission na ipagkalat ang masayang balita ayon sa aklat ng katangahan ni Sasa.
Tina: Tanga mo din eh no? So, ang gamit mo nakakarating hanggang sari-sari store ng ibang tao?
Sasa: Oo nga eh, wahahahah!
Tina: Buti di ka natunaw sa hiya. Libre mo me.
In the end, sa sobrang tuwa ni gago, nilibre ako ng taxi ride. Yun lang.