I’ve always considered myself fashionable. (Really?) I’ve decided to wear my straight (slim) cut jeans on the flight back to the Philippines from Sydney. Forgetting about the bloating effect of air pressure while on flight, I felt tightening on the peak of the flight. It was not comfortable tightening but ‘I’ll kill you with air pressure’ tightening.
Warren, my seatmate, asked, “Pare, ba’t parang di ka mapakali?”
“Ah, eh,” I hesitated, “pare… ang sikip!” while pulling my pants from me.
“Hubarin mo!” he screamed.
“Ano isusuot ko?” I asked.
“Etong kumot,” he snickered.