Cholo Choke

Wake up Laurice.
Was the first sentence I heard today.
"We are going to watch a movie," my dad said.
A movie? But we just watched one yesterday, my mussed mind said while I flipped over to my stomach to snuggle more under the covers. But alas, it was no use because I could hear Dad hollering downstairs.
Hauling up my sleepy ass from my bunk I went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into decent clothes.
An hour later I found ourselves at Auntie Fe's house, where they oohed and aaahed over their new house which dad renovated.
Another hour later we were striding across the mall so we could be in time for the first show.
The New Police Story.
Starring Jackie Chan, Danielle Wu, Nicholas Tse, and some other girl who I don't know.
Movie watching always makes dad hungry. So after the movie, we went to Tokyo Tokyo.
After eating,Dad who has an affair in Alabang left me and Na in Sm with cash and our fare.
After shopping for Yen's capping gift. Na and I were on the basement heading towards the taxi line when we past the dreaded Family First. Given a choice I wouldn't want to go to a mall who has one.
Nearing their dreaded booth, we saw this guy eyeing us with an unholy gleam in his eyes that we quicken our steps.
Na was dashing ahead of me and I was right behind her. I saw the guy coming right behind us. I added more tempo to my walking.
Then he tapped me on my arm.
Oh hell.
I called Na. With trepidation, I turned around and gave a "Yes?".
The guy gave his beaming smile and said, "Ma'am you both are wearing the color of the day."
Color? I was wearing blue [from head to toe of course] and Na's outfit was mostly red and pink.
Either the man can't tell colors or he's blind.
"..so I'm giving you free movie tickets," he continued.
I don't need your damn ticket, is what I wanted to say. But the only thing that came out was "I'm not wearing red".
He looked at my National Bookstore baggage. "You're holding one. You don't need to do anything, you just won the ticket." he rattled on.
Yeah we won the ticket because he can't read the color wheel.
Then he took my arm, which gaves me shivers, and led me unto the table. Na was behind me. Later we were filling up a raffle form, which he said is all we need to get the ticket. But while talking he keeps on touching my thighs and shoulders.
Ewwww.
Even though the guy was wearing a face powder and a blusher to boot, I get this weird vibes. I don't care if he's gay or bisexual. But I don't like being touched by someone who has a dick.
I scooted a bit out of his proximity. But it was useless.
Then he told us we were pretty and Na should be in FHM.
Which raised some dubious eyebrows.
Again, I was tempted to tell him to shove his damn ticket where the sun don't shine.
Then when he told us that we need to sit on a thirty to fifty minute talk, that's when I gave a vehement "No way. Na let's go."
But Nana was just sitting there staring off at space again.
Then the guy, who introduced himself as Cholo Wax started pleading on us. He needed the points blah blah blah.
"Na," I said again "let's go!" butI saw she was talking to the other guy who knows Ate Nida.
Later we found ourselves walking towards the elevator... I was giving Na meaningful glances but it seems she's still in space or in shocked.
Then we found ourselves at the top floor; where they have their clients strapped to their sits, chained at the ankles, and gagged until you are forced to hear every crap they sell to you.
Yes, it was their headquarters but to us, the clients, we call it The Torture Chamber.
Since Na was the only one who was unlucky enough to have brought her credit card, she's the only one who can enter... The Torture Chamber.
So while she was filling up a form, Cholo was entertaining me. It was obvious even to a man who has a handicapped eyesight that I wasn't interested in talking to him. I was too busy watching the movie on screen at the waiting area.
He was asking some questions. I wasn't paying much attention on what he was asking so I was just giving unconversational answers.
Then he touched my eyebrows.
"You have lovely eyebrows", he said.
Oh man! You are totally gay.
But that doesn't stop the creepy tremor I felt that went down from my ears to my toes.
Errrgh.
Noting our proximity, his supervisor gave a stern uhum from the other side of the room. He replied with an innocent "What?".
Then a lady came out and called Na's name. I was left with the irrating Cholo.
Picking up some of my very annoyed signals, he said his farewells.
Exit stage right, you thespian!
So preparing my self to get bored on the next hour an hour. I sat there and watched Jim Carey's The Mask. I went through the whole movie. When they started showing Series of Unfortunate Events I was bothered. Na was in there for more than an hour. I went outside to give her a signal through the glass that we should go.
It's just my bad luck that she has her back turned towards me.
I stood there pacing in front of the glass for a quarter of an hour. Annoyed, I went towards the front desk and ask the receptionist if I can go in and call my companion.
"No. Sorry. It's still ongoing" She said with a frown.
That got me more irritated that I started speaking in english. "Look. It's more than an hour now. You are wasting my time!"
"Oh. You can send a message"
"Fine!"
They gave me a pen and a paper. And wrote Na's real name and the message: It's more than an hour now. Walk out!
Upon receiving the paper she ask who is it for. I sarcastically reminded her that the name is in the paper.
Twenty minutes later, with no results I started doubting if they actually gave the note.
Sadistic bastards, my mind was whispering while I went in and ask for a paper and write a more direct message:
GET THE FUCK OUT!
There, I hope they read it.
After ten minutes I was outside and Na came out physically unscathed. But emotionally and mentally? Hmmm.
"I want to eat something sweet! I deserve it after putting up with them." Was the first thing she said.
"Hmmm"
"So did Cholo gave you the movie tickets?" she asked.
"Was he supposed to give it to me?" I asked backed.
"Yeah, he said he was gonna leave it to you." She answered, perplexed.
We just stared at each other.
And simultaneously whispered...
"Shit!"