Tuesday. Past five in the morning. I was reminded of how people can be genuinely good to you.
We were shooting in Pasong Tamo, near the Unitel stu, when I got a call and was told I had to deliver a form and its photocopies to Ortigas in two hours. Was urgent, I sensed it in the caller’s voice, so I dropped everything and told my friends I’d have to run an errand. Will come back, sorry sorry, and they were like, we’re used to it. Nice people.
So then, I thought, where do I photocopy the form at five in the morning? Took a chance and went to Le Office, which is two blocks away. I think I woke the guards up. I expected a no, wala, sorry sir, sarado pa, walang tao. Instead they opened the editorial floor and helped me in looking for a machine. Pero wala talaga, so we searched in each corner of each floor. We found one in the merchandise office at the lobby, or whatever it’s called, and the guards insisted that they photocopy for me.
As the machine made ten, eleven, twelve copies of the form, the light that it emanated was gradually overwhelmed by the glow coming from the nearest glass window. The sun was rising.
Made my day.
