Ang BUTTER, bow!

The Story

My BFF, Mateo, called for a dinner at Max’s Restaurant in Baclaran. For the sake of not breaking my diet plan, I just asked for Max’s Fiesta: A combo of Max’s quarter fried chicken with fresh Lumpiang Ubod, a Caramel bar, bread and butter and a choice of soda or Ice tea.

Mat said that the amount of calories from a regular rice-meal combo was tantamount to what I ordered. So, I decided not to consume the butter that was wrapped in foils and set it aside. I did not order for dessert because looking at the food on the table I guess I had so much.

Our conversation goes well and it feels good that there’s someone who’s always there to hear your rants and stories of the days. I’ve been so thankful for everything.

After the dinner, we decided to order Spring Chicken for Papa. When it was handed to me, I thought of the butter that I set aside on the table. I abruptly picked it up and put it on Max’s paper bag.

When we separated our ways (Mat lives in Rizal) I had the difficulty in finding a cab. Public Utility Vehicles were hard to find that night. Luckily, there was this one that cut its trip and passed in the place where I was standing.

In just a snap of the finger, the jeep was already full. I felt bit dizzy. I guess I ate a lot again after 3 weeks of not eating heavy meals. I was vegetarian on those weeks. (taray ni koya diba?)

It took us 25 minutes before we passed the heavy traffic in Barangay Baclaran. The driver was so excited every time he saw the opportunity to drive faster. The passengers inside were busy on chatting with their mates, some were texting and listening to music. Right after we passed Baclaran, I immediately secured the Max’s bag and closed my eyes for a power nap.

When the person next to me said his “Para”, I consciously looked around and realized that I needed to alight already since I saw the convenience store, which was somehow near to the street where we resided. I felt the urgency of abrupt action so I stood and hastily went down the jeepney.

 As I went down, I heard the old lady who situated in front of me saying, “Ay! Hoy hijo, ang imong pagkain nalaglag.”

Upon hearing that, I was about not to mind her since I knew that I had my Max’s bag. But when I saw the foil wrapper I was like saying: OMG! ‘yung manok ko lumipad!

The Reason

All of them were in amazement. And there I was still surprised on how things made us all happy in a moment. I abruptly checked my Max’s paper bag. Then I saw the big hole in it and its surface was covered by oil. Only to realize that the butter I put in it melted because the chicken was too hot since it was newly cooked (How absurd that I didn't able to notice it first!) and it made the paper weaker since the weight of the chicken was bit heavy.

I didn't know what happened to the paper bag. When I checked it, I found that it was thick but then I realized that perhaps the way the base was folded and pasted was not really that well.

 The Lesson:

I’ll just leave this to you now. Paki-message ako sa FB kung ano ang natutunan mo sa kwentong ito. Alam ko meron baka nahihiya ka lang. LOL. I’ll share the lesson I learned from this incident. Tara, Let’s talk! 

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