Laughter is the best medicine, they say. True. But to me, it is a gift. And when it comes at unexpected times and places, and brought by unexpected people, it is mostly cherished – and heartily enjoyed. On my way to work early this morning, I had a stopover again at my favorite “ carenderia ” (some kind of viand store), to buy my breakfast and lunch dishes. As I was waiting for my order to be served, I felt a strong pat on my right shoulder, with a force that caused me to turn around. Along with that, I heard a male’s voice almost shouting, “Rosabelle!” (Well, at least that’s how I think it is spelled, coz I heard it as “roh-sah-bill!”). Obviously, he was referring to me. We were both surprised to see each other’s strange faces. Then the guy, who was probably expecting me to be his classmate because he was in a university uniform, was obviously ashamed of the mistake as he said, “Oh! I’m sorry! (Wrong person, in other words.)” I was ready to make out my laughing-out-loud san...
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