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Having lived in both the clinically-clean, accurate and downpat exacting places such as Switzerland and Canada, I probably have forgotten what Filipino Time is.
In fact I already mastered coming on time perfectly like it was the back of the palm of my hand. So with the same expectation, I don't expect people to come late as well nor to come early :)
Last night, we had a visitor expected at 8:00 PM, and at 7:30 PM, I was still in my work clothes - in short - undone, half-decent and ill-prepared to meet anyone unfamiliar. That's ok, right? I was thinking, "Hey, people in Canada don't come in 30 minutes early" so I took my time to wash the dishes and take it easy. My wife, coming from the office, was already ready.
7:45 PM. I collected the trash, cleaned the tables and just being my OC-self. My normal self in short.
7:50 PM. I rushed upstairs. Prepared for the appointment. Prepared all the documents. And was ready.
7:59 PM. Car parks in our carport. and at 8:00 PM door bell rings - our visitor arrives, with me behind the open door smiling. Twas not only the door left open - but my fly as well. Hahahha
Not my first time to have the accidental fly left open. I was walking in Greenhills and was smiling at all the ladies who were smiling back. Wow. Not until I saw myself in the glass reflection of National Bookstore did I realize that I had a white patch in between my crotch....
I was in line in Toronto Pearson airport and was waiting for my turn for the XRay machine, proudly raised my arms sidewards ready for that "magic wand" of the airport security. I wasn't sure what the personnel was inaudibly saying behind my ear. Actually he was saying politely and discretely - "Sir, put your arms down, your fly is open."
Just like last night when the sudden -10 degree windchill rushed inside the birdcage - I grabbed the zipper and closed it hoping no one noticed.
At least I wasn't carrying a deadly weapon. :)