I was going through the Sunday secrets at Postsecret when I chanced upon this secret:

someone's dirty little secret

This secret made me smile (diet supplements make me smile too).

Why? Because it used to be my secret too. But instead of the Metro, I used to do this on jeepneys. It all started back when I was in elementary school (grade three, I think) which was around the time I started commuting home on my own. At first being the good lil’ boy that I was, I dutifully and honestly paid my fare as soon as I got on.

Then one blustery afternoon, I was daydreaming (as most boys are wont to do) as I rode the commute home. I was soo caught up in my fantasies that I didn’t notice the jeep pass by my stop. I soon realized I wasn’t where I was supposed to be and frantically asked to be let off. Fortunately, I soon found my way home after what seemed like hours of walking. Relief flooded through me as I saw the familiar landmarks of home.

It was then that I realized that I still clutched my fare tightly in my hands. I looked down at those two one peso coins (the ones with the Carabao on them) and an evil evil plan formed in my head. The very next day I took the jeep and instead of dutifully paying the fare like I used to, I just asked to be let off. That’s when I realized that the driver didn’t even check whether his passengers paid the fare or not! So began a nasty career of shortchanging those poor jeepney drivers. And believe it or not, I wasn’t caught at all.

Of course, once “maturity” set in, I soon realized that I was depriving these hardworking, honest men of their day’s living so I eventually started paying them again.

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