Putol

One of my paternal uncles, Kuya Rick, had a motorcycle accident and had needed to remove one of his legs from the knee down. It happened a few months back and he already adjusted to his new ‘walk’ in life.

I asked my father, “Tay, kamusta na si kuya Rick? Di na sya sensitibo sa legs n’ya?”

“Hindi na,” Tatay answered, “Tumatawa na nga minsan eh.”

“Talaga?” I asked, “Eh di panay-panay na ang jokes n’yo? Malamang ‘di na kayo nauubusan ng joke sa isang paa lang.”

“Oo naman,” he answered.

I asked, “Ano halimbawa?”

“Minsan,” he answered, “Uutusan ko s’ya, ‘Kuya, pakuha naman ng dahon ng bayabas?’ sya pa uutusan ko eh s’ya nga tong isa lang ang paa.”

I laughed and asked, “Yung putol pa ang uutusan ang paa.”

“Minsan nga…” he added, “kapag may dumarating na mahilig bumunot (magbayad) sa inuman sinasabihan ko yun: Kuya, bakit pag merong mahilig bumunot yung tuhod mo parang camera na laging nakatutok sa kanya?”

“Nagpapaawa?” I asked and laughed about it.