The ire of the foolish.

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The tactless me made the mistake of commenting to an old lady, a church worker who runs a diner, about my sentiments about the church fiesta with two long tables, the elaborately decorated one for the people in gown and Barong Tagalog, and the foldable, stacked tables for the long queue of impoverished ones. I did forget that the old lady whose age is the same as my Mommy's, was one of those serving in the latter, and she was really peeved at the people snubbing the pancit and coming back again and again for the lechon. Of course, I said, the poor had been eating pancit every single day, the lechon was a rare treat. I added that if she doesn't want the deprived to come back for more lechon, then switch tables and let the perfumed people queue for pancit and the poor ones sit at the air-conditioned hall and partake of the sumptuous feast. She said she was angry with me. Just relating this two-month old story, to get this over and done with this year, so I may think about brighter stories tomorrow, the new year.