Sunblock
Thursday, May 10th, 2007
Manuel is a regular in the office. He often brings lunch, usually grilled fish and huge fish head stew, just enough for the seven of us. But he also brings in the jokes, and we’ll have a hilarious eating time every time. We share the same sense of humor, And flat top hair style. He’s way older than me and can pass off as my Dad, so I jokingly call him that sometimes. We also have another thing in common, dark skin….And Today we are in Bogo for a little errand. But before going back to the city, we’ll hang out for a while at his beach house in Catmon which means a hearty lunch, local wine (tuba) and swimming time. The last time we did this, I was badly burned, so I needed protection. I didn’t know he needed the same thing.
At the mall, I trooped towards the cosmetics section for sunscreen lotion. I asked the sales lady for it who looked at me as if to say, I’m not in the mood for jokes, ok? Hehe, anyway, we were in this situation when Manuel approached from the opposite side of the hall. The sales lady turned around and Manuel asked for a cream of sunblock. Her jaw dropped, eyes widened, then she covered her face with both hands in a stifled mirth, then we all burst out laughing like crazy. We were in a fit of laughter we couldn’t contain without bending over and holding our knees, and the girl laughed herself to the floor….
