manong umbrella

I didn’t think the sun would betray me and hide behind angry weeping clouds, but there it was. Early morning and I was going to get drenched. Then from my foggy windows, I saw an old gentleman standing by my car with a smile on his face and an open umbrella in his hand. It was the parking lot guard.

He said the umbrella was newly issued, just that night! His excitement to use it was so irresistible, how could I break his heart? So I climbed down even though it was going to be a long wet walk for my open sandals. And in the intimate hug under his umbrella, we chatted about the weather, his long hours, my resemblance to his good kumare and I think I’ve made a delightful new friend.