HAHEHI
By: Iris P. Concepcion

There has to be something puffy and huffy inside the airport. I have seen the world's most exciting people inside this venue. It never fails to bring out guffaws from under my droopy eyes. I have seen eyes watered, grins widened, laughter magnified. Do not believe the harbingers of doom in mainstream media: this is the kick, the people improving the lot and having a heck fun of time doing it.

The work ethic is simple. You really have to pitch in and share. You do not get much if you are into yoga and gym stuff. When you receive P100 for a job that requires you to stuff food in containers, it is the best P100 you shall get in your entire life. Just today, I got my salary that does not reach P2,000.00 The reward though was the laughiest meal with co-workers. God, the parody of it all. The people who I want to be mentoring me liked Apeng Daldal and Paquito Diaz.

This airport is my workplace: its builders are the craziest, most forward looking guys you shall ever meet in this world. My fathers are stringent (you'd have to bleed blood for a twenty) but they would give you a million bucks of history and zany character-building. That is priceless.

I wondered why their products taste best, or why they are always smiling. Now I know. The man on the helm was coughing funny with anecdotes in his Epistles. It is is my new comedy bar. This sanctuary of goofs and clowns who can drown out everyone with their stupendous stories.

Hence, I hooked up in conversation this guy who was extolling the best of German crafstmanship. He was critiquing about how to build, that you do not need huge land mass to create. And this tale about German women matching their male counterparts in workload. I think he was humble enough to claim his open space. I have always been vocal about my fascination inside this arrival/departure place.

Someone wanted to enter and was doing a Garfield kind of "I want to be in" look. This guy invited him to come in. Everyone can come and partake the bounty of good vibes inside. Even the kibitzers are free to growl. Feel free to be impressed though.

Now that I have met the Pugak and Tugak of billionaires' row, I realize the core of their happy success. They really live a HAPPY life. They engage people in word swaps without being mighty.
Twice, I refused food from these goofs. I was laughing horribly; it was not out of shyness. I just thought the least that I can do is buy marshmallow from one of their stalls. I also did not put bills to their spiritual kitty. The reason was the choir lead. He was terrible.

One of the daughters had confessed one time about the eccentricity of her ascendant. Now that I have experienced its extent, I would not mind receiving ten cents just to mop his space's floor. He IS incredibly hilarious.

My fathers are all the same in their quirks. For their bravura and spunk, I say, thank you for siring me and showing me my visual daffodils.

And for making life's transportation bearable, here is my one huge punch. Kidding.