hay naku. typical. My father cant be depended on to pick up my Mom's year end free 50kg sack of rice from the rice dealer. Malamang the chore drops down to me. Again.
And as it so happens, we're out of rice. hahahaha. I had to pick it up this afternoon. Vwiset.
I dragged my younger sis along, she also has a free 25kg sack from the school for working part time as a scouting instructor, thank God its the same school as my mom, one rice run is enough.
I was contemplating ways of making the 50kg sack easier to carry into the house. The 25kg was easy, i figured me and my sis can carry it. But 50kg was another matter. I wished I had a set of bros instead of sisters... or maybe a gullible boyfriend. *sigh* whatevs.
I was running ideas through my sis, like, maybe we can convince the dealer to give us the 50kg in fifty-1kg sacks? wahahahaha that'll piss my mom off. Or maybe I can borrow one of their workers for a while... or maybe two-25kg sacks will be easier? Anyways, I ended up just taking the damn 50kg sack, I could just ask my dad to carry it in. haay....
We got home early enough, the two of us dragging/carrying the 25kg sack in first. The priority was dinner so we used the 25kg sack first and left the 50kg in the trunk of the car. Mom was happy, thats good. After dinner, I asked her about the rice in my trunk. She told me to ask dad. hahahahaha right! oh well. He told us he'll do it the next day. I have classes! An exam even! I hafta bring the sack along?! its a waste of my gas! crap.
Then mom had the idea of carrying it in. Ourselves. A fifty-yr old, a twenty-two yr old, and a nineteen-yr old. females. I was opposed to the idea. It was already PAST 10pm, my car was parked OUTSIDE, IT WAS A 50kg SACK OF RICE, plus we'll look real stupid. I'd rather bring the thing to school and waste gas. But the idea already took root and grew dumber. She wouldnt listen, and my sis wasnt opposed to the idea. I guess I'm the only one who has any sense. So i popped open the trunk...
SHET it was HEAVY. It took the three of us to lift it out of the trunk. (for those who have been to my house, you can imagine the distance between my car parked outside and the door to the house) Okay. Step one done. The sack of rice is now sitting in the road behind the car. Now what? I'll carry the "head", my mom will carry the "legs" (its her idea, let her suffer)
We had barely moved two steps when IT HIT. my mom and my sis... they started laughing... mom dropped the whole thing on my feet, which made them laugh more... ara-ouch!... then i started to laugh too. Mom started explaining... she thought it was funny... three females carrying a sack of rice in the middle of the night... and herself around 50 yrs old...
So, there's no way of carrying the damned sack in now, all of us were in a "fit of the giggles"... mom tilted the sack to its side and started "rolling" it toward the gate. My sis started helping her, it looked really stupid and I was laughing so hard to be of any help... which started them laughing. My mom kept saying the "rolling" would work, i keep telling them it wont, so i just stayed on the sidelines "supervising/laughing". Not my idea. Bhala sila.
... when they got it near the door, i got the floor mat and held the door open. After they got the thing on the floor mat, I dragged the whole thing to the kitchen (think: blanket drag from Red Cross traning bwahahahaha!). Mom was still laughing... but she was glad i got that thing to the kitchen: "I didnt raise no stupid children, ha... masakit na likod ko... oi hilutin mo ko, hihilutin kita..."
whatevs. All I know...
my genes are twisted.
---kzs---
