slasher alert!

Poor bag of mine...

On my way home from a whole day shoot at Daddy Ocs', my bag got slashed in a PUJ. I was with Cindy, and we were pre-occupied with yakking that I hardly noticed my 1-week old bag getting slashed. I was just annoyed by this burly man crowding me that I passed it up as something normal in a public vehicle jampacked with tired people all wanting to go home and get out of the rain. So yadda, yadda, yadda, and then good thing I glanced at my bag, only to see this burly man's hand reaching for something on my lap. Then I saw it: about 3 inches of a gaping slash marring the bottom of my grey, patent leatherette bag (seconds later, I saw there's another longer one opposite it)! That's when I panicked and went rummaging through my things to see if that jerk got hold of my valuables. During this time, I was already half-shouting that my bag got slashed, and seeing that my phones, wallet etc. weren't stolen, I went on to tell Cindy (and the rest of the passengers) that the man beside me is the culprit. By this time, too, the man was in a hurry to alight from the jeep. He flagged the PUJ at Ligaya, and I was somewhat battling with myself whether or not to grab him by the arm and make everyone know he was attempting to steal from me, or just kick him on the butt while he made his way out of the jeep. I really can't remember now what I was planning to do that moment--only that I wanted to be violent towards that jerk who took advantage of me. Thinking about it now makes my teeth grit in anger!

Still, I had to be grateful that none of my valuables were stolen. Cindy was making me calm down, saying that it's okay and that the worst thing that could have happened (aside from my things getting stolen) was me making a scene and the man hurting me with whatever sharp object he used to slash my bag. Yes, good thing nothing bloody like that happened. I just couldn't imagine what I would've done if he was able to steal anything from me. Maybe I would've done something stupid to make him give it back before he could even alight from the jeep (there was ample time to make me do it), and it could've turned ugly. (Sometimes, I tend to react without really thinking.) So yeah, after calming down, I was thankful to God that nothing worse happened.

And to forget the incident, I resolved to mend my bag. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to bring it to Mr. Quickie to have it repaired. Anyway, I think I made a decent repair.




Hay. All is well that ends well. Thank You, Lord!

P.S.
Thanks to Cindy for calming me sane. Haha!
And to all commuters, be extra cautious when riding a PUV along Katipunan. My sis also got her bag slashed when she rode a jeep in the same area. Beware also of a burly man who'd suspiciously crowd you--or any person for that matter!