The Promdi Ass Hole

Promdi people need some time before we get into the chillax (chill + relax) mode in a new environment.  It took me more than a month before I can finally poo-pooh in our toilet at the Makati stock exchange building.  And not just in any comfort room but I have to go specifically to the fifth floor toilet.  My anus, like any other promdis’ have some criteria to follow before releasing the excess baggage.  For one, the toilet has to be spacious enough to simulate the farm field experience we are accustomed with.  Next, the toilet must also be well-ventilated to prevent us being asphyxiated by our own carbon dioxide.  So far, only the toilet in the fifth floor meets this criteria.  Space is so expensive here in Makati that most toilets are cramped your knee almost touches the toilet door when you go poo-pooh.      

Either promdi ass holes have sixth sense recognizing disturbed souls within 100 meters radius or it has some mind of its own that we can’t control, I don’t know.  Sabi ng lolo ko, nangingilala ang tawag dun.  Judge Pablo Agustin, my criminal law prof in the prabins also validates the same observation.  An orig probinciano as he is, he has to poo-pooh first before travelling to Manila because it takes him some time before he becomes comfortable to poo-pooh in a new place.  Usually, two to three days he says. 

Okay, okay, enough for the kooky toilet humors…