Trouble in the Corridor
It could only happen to Michelle and me. After wearily making it back from our Taytay, Rizal adventure in heavy rains, we lugged ourselves up from the Golf Hill parking lot with our bolts of cloth and sampayan (clothes rack) to seek refuge from the rain and traffic. Then I heard Michelle's scream:
"Ay, there's a frog!" And there was the little brown scoundrel, bouncing up and down the vicinity of our front door. Our ear-piercing screams were drowned out by the rain as we frantically ran up the hall stairs, across the flat. We whipped out our cellophanes (I mean cellphones) and tried to call Noel who was at home. Then I remembered we were having signal problems and Michelle was still struggling with her new Samsung cellphone. So I resorted to screaming Noel's and Rose's (our helper's) names instead. By this time, Mr. Froggy decided to lodge himself directly in front of our front door!
"We're going to be here till 10 o'clock." Groaned Michelle, who was equally petrified. So we waited it out. And waited. Two passers-by later (with curious glances thrown at us, perched above with our wares) the culprit hopped away.
And dear, brave Michelle finally rang the doorbell. "I thought I heard screams." Said Noel when he opened the door for us.