Arrgghhh! cash

The man peered at me from behind his window shield, shoving a bundle of dinars from out of his window towards me. 

“Hey, Filibini (Filipina),” he twitted.  “Can you handle this?”

I took a sideway glance, the evening breeze brushes like flat iron on my cheeks; this man sure needs a flat.  Casual conversations are useful when necessary, but the instance I went gaga over the thought of some bozo offering me currency in exchange for one delicious spanking, I’d like to be tempted.

He insisted and with fluttering eyes I acceded.  His buddy, who’s seated beside him, gave me a look that makes me want to spark a match under his nose.

“Yellah! (Come on!), we haven’t got all day!”  The cry sent shivers down my spine.

I haven’t had what I should call ‘a day’ either, so I approached the men’s revo, took out my camera and sneered at the dumbass all set to rip his bulging retina from out of his head. 

“Is this the payment for your obituary snapshot?” I squeaked.

That’s my winning cue.  The vermin who I think is in his early 20s recovered his sanity and quickly kept  away his money, his tongue was suddenly caught in an invisible fox trap.

“Oh, sorry, sorry…” his face went white-washed just about the time I lifted my camera unto his face.  Then they zipped into the main road in a jiffy.

So this is the way to handle cash…and cogs.  It’s all a matter of give-and-take.  Too bad the men lost the chance to include their profiles.  That would likely earn me a space in the next day’s paper.