The DJ who's not a DeeJay

He sits on a bench everyday minding his own business. I pass by him almost everyday but don't bother greeting him.

Some people sit beside him when they're tired or waiting for someone. He's happiest then cause he has company.

Kids like him. Some people have their picture taken with him. He smiles without hesitation (even if you sit on him).

Sometimes he's outdoors. He stays put regardless of rain or sunshine.

Sometimes he sits beside a trash can.

So why does he endure all the abuse ? Well if you'd earn billions a year, you would too.

I was at Eastwood last week with relatives and we had dinner at the Serye restaurant. They had a patio type of area outside the resto where you could see the stage and sidewalk from.

While eating I noticed this lady which looked like she was with her family. She was texting on her celphone. She's the one in black sitting on the side of the fountain area.

After a few minutes, I was surprised to find her sitting somewhere else. I had a couple of witty remarks but the one that stood out was:

"Where did the baby go ???"


Runner's up were:
"That's a huge baby !"
"The baby can text !"
"Can strollers accommodate that kind of weight ?"


I do hope the baby isn't still in the stroller.