I was on my way home from a very tiring day when a fucking midget who resembled President Arroyo's facial mole sat beside me at the jeep. No, he wasn't a boy. He literally was freakishly tiny.

I took a seat at the front since we all know that what lies beyond south of the jeepney driver is technically a "non-smoking" area. So there I was minding my own business, enjoying every inch of my lung burning carcinogen in order to ease my tired limbs when all of a sudden the driver points at what I think was suppose to be a bumper sticker that says "No Smoking!". Great! Just what I needed. A nosy driver. I'm tired as hell and I stink like cat poo and the last thing i needed was a nosy driver that tells me that his jeep was smoke free. Hello! We're in the Philippines!!! plus we were outside for crying out loud. If he wanted to be smoke free then why not go to, I don't know, Alaska?!? To top this off, as I was saying in the begining, the hobbit next to me couldnt spread his legs any wider. Like, crap! how much "package" can a small guy have? right? Like he was basically four feet tall. Maybe even shorter. No exagerations! Zeriously! He was freakin' small! I know I'm not that tall but at least I don't spread my legs that wide when I'm in a public vehicle.

So there I was, looking constipated from the pathetic excuse of space I had. I threw away my cigarette after the second warning by the driver and suffered the whole 15 minute ride home not smoking and putting my legs together just to make room for the hobbits "Package". He was really pissing me off. I was casually pushing his legs away from mine to make room for my pack. I have a package too you know. But the harder I pushed, the more annoying he became. By the time we've reached the junction where I was suppose to get off he was still bugging me. Before I got off he was head bagging to Michael Bolton's hit "I said I love you but i lied". Man, talk about being a loser. Walking home from my stop made me think. Do big things really come from small packages?... Nah!