i have just experienced one of the most traumatic incidents in my life.
my family and i had dinner at that binugoy restaurant in mabolo since my tita honey wanted to eat filipino food in a, well, "binugoy" manner before she goes back to the states tomorrow.
my tita noticed this man in a pink polo shirt who kept on staring at my mom, but didn't actually think of it as unusual since "grace gets that a lot," she said.
all of a sudden, i hear my mother scream, see her stand from her chair and run after a man in pink who was running away with my mother's bag in his hands. everyone also started to run after the thief - the gay guys beside us who started screaming in swardspeak, the waitresses who tried to hit the man with their order slips, the "standbys" and of course, the "bugoys". it was amazing, really. even people who didn't know what happened joined running and all the cars stopped and stared. my mother got hysterical and cried (imagine, her rolex and almost 40,000 pesos were in that bag). the thief should be tied to a post, coated with sugar, and be fed to red ants for making my mother cry and then burn in hell for being the fucking thief that he is.
the culprit was caught and beat up - serves him right - and brought inside a police car. everyone was trying to hit him - there was this guy with a huge piece of wood who used it to poke the bastard, and best among the rest, my tita picked up this huge rock from the ground and hit the thief's head with it.
the thief must've had a little experience in theft since he dropped my mom's bag even before he got out of the restaurant - he probably panicked because the gay guys screamed sooooo loud.
right this very moment, my mom is at the police station. she called and said that the thief is still 21 years old and askin for forgiveness, but no one falls for that shit anymore. too bad.
