Called this resto. I said, “pwede pa deliver?”
Answer: Yes, ma’am. Pwede makuha address niyo?
Me: saying what my address is
Answer: pwede na lang makuha name niyo?
Me: my name
Answer: pwede makuha address niyo?
Me: exasperated and between asthmatic breaths – my address again
Answer: phone number po?
Me: my phone number
Answer: Okay po. Dahil po umabot kayo ng P500 at sa Loyola Heights kayo, libre ang delivery.
Restaurant? It’s a Japanese one, not Teriyaki Boy.
I thought when she asked for my address that they had a database or something. Apparently she was not listening when I first gave it?
Now why do I order food for lunch today? It’s market day and HHA is out. Left the house at 9 a.m. Went to Marikina. Not back yet. She takes forever.
yesterday, at 12 I called her. HHB said HHA was in the bathroom. She does anything and everything just before lunch. If I have ulcers now, blame it on her. No matter that I scold her, she doesn’t change. You cannot teach old dogs new tricks is not a cliche.