@Bjorn
Close Encounter My wife and I were heading home on a motorcycle from the market. We stopped at a nearby store to buy cooked noodles, pasta for breakfast, and *Pandesal* (bread) as well. It was last Saturday early in the morning. As I parked my motorcycle beside the pavement, opposite the store on the other side of the street, I requested that she should buy the food at that time, and she did. Oftentimes, I am the one buying the food and she just sits waiting on the…