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It
was a sultry afternoon with overcast skies yet still a humid climate, as I
struggle in driving through the hopelessly jammed span of 10th Avenue since
there seem to be some "bayanihan" activities of sorts, as a small
fire (I believe) raged near the railroad crossing of PNR beside the
recognizable marketplace that has been there ever since I was a kid, toted
along by my mom to help her in the marketing from time to time.
There
was no escaping the bumper-to-bumper traffic everywhere that has spread over
to every conceivable side streets within the vicinity, testily taxing the
patience of every motorist. But thankfully at last, after some more
than half hour of excruciatingly balancing and shifting both my feet among
the accelerator, brake and clutch pedals, all the while reinforcing the
promise to myself to opt for an automatic transmission next time I get the
chance to buy another car, I was able to traverse the bottleneck area and
with a sigh of relief, saw the Jollibee branch situated at the end of 10th
Avenue that marked the perpendicular A. Mabini Street.
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