I don't like jeepney rides when I'm traveling alone. I'm (almost) 27 (lived in more dangerous places, sat in a train with drunkards on a Friday night) but jeepney hold-up/high jack stories still scare me like clowns and mascots still scare other adults.
The guy beside me looked like a typical goon in a movie - the type who wears leather or denim jackets with thick gold chains hanging on his neck; the goon who brings a knife or a gun with him and uses the same to scare the leading lady. He was scary the whole time, until he started singing (belting out) upon hearing a Michael Bolton song.
Mr. Goon, I think you're a softy like S♥nny B♥y.
*Sonny Boy is a tattooed (think scary and not cool) guy who sat beside me in a jeepney a few years back. He was scary until I saw hearts instead of o's in his name.
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