MMDA (f)ART

the people are as engot as their art.
months ago, one mamang mmda (pretending to be vested with the powers similar to that of policemen), hailed our car and told us we were "beating the red light."
hullo, manong! the stoplight was placed in a spot where an intersection used to be. at dahil wala na ngang intersection, pwede nang dumire-direcho ang mga sasakyan. yung stoplight, blink lang nang blink yan. wala talagang silbi yan. para lang yang may involuntary muscle gone awry.
hinuli pa rin kami. wala yatang pang-merienda. 10am na kasi yun e. baka kailangan niya ng pambili ng monay.
prior entanglements with mmda farts lead to a deduction that these human traffic obstructions revered titles. gramps once opened his attache case to reveal his IBP id beside a beretta.
we pointed to the front of the hood where an plate with the word PROSECUTOR was. the poor man opened his mouth in consternation. ay pare, hindi niya alam.
fine, to get out of this nalang, " kay fiscal 'to. fiscal ng ______."
ang gago, parang ayaw pa maniwala.
"prosecutor na ho ang tawag sa mga fiscal ngayon."
lalo lang tuloy siyang nagmukhang tanga.
"pahingi po ng aydintipikishon, para sigurado." U--L! di mo lang talaga alam. we showed him id's.
"ay, sige po." and we sped off.

kawawa na kung kawawa. you should have seen him wave at us as if we were criminals. you should have seen him speed ahead of us and cut us. you should have seen him strut towards us. ang yabang. mukhang maraming alam. wala naman pala.