A young lady went to the mall
and shopped until her budget allowed;
dresses, shoes, bags from almost each and every stall.
Of course, how could she forget
to pass by the food court- ah, she ate her heart out!
But the grilled squid, crab rice, soup and gulaman
waged a war in her tummy, bullying the leche flan.
So she ran to the restroom, pushing everyone away.
(Let’s leave out the details of what had transpired.
But oh boy, she made a mess! that we can safely say.)
Red-faced and ashamed she looked for assistance
because the toilet flush broke.
A uniformed lady approached her with a smile. She was hard to ignore.
She was coiffed, made-up and she was fragrant.
Oh and with a big pump in her manicured hands!
The young woman reached out for the pump
but the uniformed one kindly declined, shaking her head.
“I’ll clear the toilet, madame. Thank you”, she said.
The young woman wished to die
because back there was something very unladylike.
She insisted to clean the mayhem herself
but the other won’t budge,
she just kept smiling and asserting it’s her job.
The young lady shamefully walked away.
But not because of her biological disarray.
For she thought about her job in a renovated palace,
in the city center, near the office of the mayor.
She thought about the airconditioned work station,
the fancy lunches, the interesting debates… that was her day to day.
Yet she complained and was discontent.
After meeting the uniformed woman, who literally
cleans up people’s sh*t for a living, daily,
with a smile on her face and not one sign of lament
she was filled with guilt. Dumbfounded, she did finally see:
how life whacked her to reality.