It’s nice to start the late morning over a cup of vanilla-flavored coffee while I toweled myself to dry and checking for new text messages. I got a Sunday feeling on a Thursday because of Mandaue Charter, which made it a no-work-no-pay to my subordinates. Too bad!

Then there was a guitar intro like some soundtrack for a next movie scene. I knew Christmas would start as early as September. But this guitarist sans opportunist couldn’t wait until Saturday. Not a later, he then begged for some donation after a few random strokes on his stringed instrument that created a unique melody an amateur musician would appreciate. He waited for some grace and he kept on yelling and knocking the door with his plucking while I kept on texting my friend who was in the office doing some free overtime work. Because nobody in the apartment dared to get to the doorstep, the “beggar” left empty-handed with “strings attached”.

Unsurprisingly, Christmas is a not a new season for this kind of modus operande…