He meets random people that always seat beside him, some even behind him and he interacts with them but in a shallow way. He receives what he wanted by lending his hand behind him, without looking. Some have a person at the back, barking up loudly to get what they wanted.
He lived a life of repetition where the only thing he does is to look forward, steer the wheel, and be careful not to hit something or worse, somebody. He can speed it up but cautiously because he will be caught by some fat blue police guy. Sometimes, he will find patiently for people to see his strength and to interact with him. However, some people that entered in his ordinary life are impatient and irritable because they have an appointment to catch or is already late.
The ironic thing is, without him, one cannot reach their own destinations especially the ones who have nothing.
That is the life of a jeepney driver. Although a life of repetition, it is a handful of enormous service and drive.
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