Why buckle up when nobody’s buckling down?

Last Thursday’s transport caravan (I thought it was a strike but organizers insisted it was not) made me realize that in the routes I take in my daily commute, colorum PUVs are aplenty.

Aware about the protest and the PUV drivers converging at the Quezon Memorial Circle that day, I left the house an hour earlier than usual, but I arrived at the office almost an hour later than usual. It took me more than 30 minutes waiting in line for my first of two jeepney rides to Manila.