The MMDA Officer waved at me to pull over just as I was about to turn left on the intersection of Ayala and EDSA.
What now I asked myself as the grossly overweight, so-called enforcer of the law lumbered up to my window.
“What’s the problem officer?” I asked.
“Sir, you committed a traffic violation,” said the officer helpfully. He towered over the mini-SUV I was driving, and he spoke with a raspy gutteral voice which he uses to mumble his words. Trying to understand what he says is not unlike divining meaning from the growling of the neighbor’s ill-tempered dog.
“What?!” I said as I made an effort to sit as closer as to hear him better.
“Sir, you committed a traffic violation,” he said in his mumble-speek. “You were driving in the yellow lane and then you swerved out of the yellow lane when you saw me.”
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