The cab was waiting there, outside Salcedo park. I hailed it and quickly got in. The driver was waiting for other people to get it, but it seemed they changed their mind. Lucky for me.
The driver asked what was happening in the park, if there was some party going on. I told him about Art in the Park. He said he wished he could’ve brought his son with him.
His son drew well. He proudly stated how his son did henna tattoos and often covered his room with drawings.
The driver couldn’t draw, himself, but he encouraged his son with his talent, buying henna or paint, if the son asked for some. There was pride there, the way he told me their story. His neighbors sometimes asked him why he and his wife let their son do whatever he pleased but the father told them that is talent there and he and his wife wanted their son to use it.
I told him his son was very lucky to have a father like him.
During the drive, we talked about his work and his family. How he often sleeps in his cab because he only gets to go home on weekends; his family lives outside Manila. How his other child cooks well, better than him, and that was the other child’s talent.
He got me to work on time, despite leaving Salcedo later than I planned to. I gave him a tip on top of what the meter said.
In hindsight, I may have given him too much. I think I gave him 1000 pesos which I mistook as 100.
I feel bad losing that much money, but at the same time I hope I did give him that bill instead of losing it elsewhere.
I should start spending less from today until payday.