Nice one, Rani!And so to that funny story I promised Mick, yesterday:
There I was... sitting in the verandah at the front of Myrna's relatives' house in a subdivision of Tagum City - waiting impatiently for the '2-Go' dispatch rider to arrive with my wife's spousal visa ... as had been my wont [practically] every day since we'd deposited her supporting documents at VFS Global in Manila some 3 weeks' previously.
As usual, I kept straining my earslistening for the sound of an official-looking motorcycle (by which mode of transport we'd been informed her passport - hopefully
containing the coveted visa - and other bumf would be returned). Well ... lo' and behold ... on this particular early evening, up drove a fancy motorbike, which drew to a halt outside the garden gate. A well-dressed gentleman dismounted ... and proceded to remove a large briefcase from the machine's sidecar. "Myrna, Myrna", I called excitedly, "it's ... it's ... " "No, no", Myrna burst out laughing as she came rushing out of the front door - "that's NOT the '2-go' courier ... it's the man who collects Manang and Manoy's monthly 'Funeral Plan' instalments!"
We can both laugh NOWas we recount the tale to others. But at the time ... aw jeez!
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