The jesus freak
There are some cabbies one must never talk to. There are whole expositions and numerous lists in travel books about cabbies to avoid dialogues with, and boy do i bet, that way on top of each list is the JESUS FREAK.
Silent unassuming, will hit you with littanies and sermons just when you least expect it.
I had been blessed to understand the wisdom of this warning when I rode one of these heaven sent driver's cabs on a day I was feeling especially chatty.
It was 3am and I was on my way home from overtime when I stopped the freak's cab. I went in a little bit dazed and ignored the subtle cues that this man was a frustrated preacher. A rosary on the mirror and a small figurine of Mother Mary lit by a red light. Nothing prepared me for what lay ahead.
I commented on the radio talkshow. A college girl was complaining that she was haviing trouble with her parents. "They won't let me go out with my friends or even talk to my friends on the phone. I'm torn please give me some advice DJ."
"I highly suggest you move out of your parents place." I said.
The second phone in question came from a guy asking about the meaning of a religious term. He had a small pubescent voice and seemed to eat all his words.
I found myself muttering " I only have a few words for you boy, you have too much time!"
The cab had gone up the Ayala flyover by this time and we were about to go down Edsa when the driver looked at me. It was the first time I saw his face since i got in the cab. He was dark, spectacled, he looked like a local comedian named Chiquito, his skin has a greasy sheen to it and the red light only made him look scary.
"Iha nagbabasa ka ba ng Bible?" he asked ("Little girl do you read the Bible?")
I don't know why I answered honestly. I should have known better than to say no.
Because of my stupidity I the driver just went on and on about the value of reading the Bible. On has to read the word of God he just went on and on. He went from book to book. Quoting every parable and verse he could remember.
I had about enough of this nonsense by the time I reached Kamuning. And I told him to please respect my own beliefs. People are not the same after all. When we pulled up in front of my house he said he would pray for me. I thought that would be fine and I gave him my fare. When he looked back and grabbed my hand I almost jumped in my seat! He wanted us to pray together. I almost screamed. He looked so scary backlit by the red light. I thought God had sent the devil for me.
After repeatedly saying I would not pray with him and slamming the door. I went into our house upset. Called up all of my freinds and told them about this man's mission to scare me to death and save me while he's at it.