Monday rush hour traffic blues

I absolutely HATE driving home during rush hour traffic from Makati. Last night, on the Makati Bridge turning right at the end of it, two big cement mixers tried to run me off the road.

I HATE TRUCKS.

Then weaving in and out of traffic, ignoring all possible traffic rules without a police officer stopping them in sight are the road's version of rats...motorcycle drivers.

I HATE MOTORCYCLE DRIVERS.

I have to pass a public market where half the pedestrians need to walk on the street because the sidewalks are all full of vendors. This area is infested with tricycle drivers who make U-turns wherever they damn please. Most likely in front of you as you are about to zoom ahead.

I HATE TRICYCLE DRIVERS.

Somewhere in this same spot are taxis that try to cut you off, go slow when they do, then pull over at a weird angle to pick up passengers.

I HATE TAXI DRIVERS.

Finally at home, i'm exhausted.

If there is any saving grace to all of this madness, it is that sometimes, on a really good day, I get interesting packages such as this:

No, it is not for my new job as a concierge bellman at The Peninsula Manila.

Its a white satin box of sweet nothings to erase all the bad memories of the muck of traffic out there.
They say: "Shh baby child, you're home now, relax."
They say: "What's a little traffic now and then? Slow down and smell the roses!"
And most of all they say, just like in American Pie:

EAT ME, BEAUTIFUL!

How could I stay mad then?

Forget about the traffic and get a box of these instead here.