Of all the possible times to get a case of mental block, it had to be in a jeep.
I took one en route to Ate's dressmaker to pick-up the dresses she had made. When I saw my stop, I knew I was supposed to say "para," but for the life of me, I forgot the words. The stop was nearing, and my mind was still blank.
So, when the jeep reached the corner, all I could do was shout what was in my head at that time:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop right there!"
Yes, the jeep stopped. And the driver - as well as the rest of the passengers - looked at me strangely as I alighted.
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