FELIX THE EX

Ex-driver, that is.

Finally, after months and months of contemplation, my little sister finally let the family driver go. I guess she realized that my mom's (all too often) nagging actually made sense this time because Mr. Felix (o ha, starring siya--sya lang ang pinagalanan ko sa blog ko, hahaha!) was getting to be a wee bit reckless.

I couldn't blame my maver, who lives with my sister, for her concern. After all, old Felix was in charge of bringing my nephew A, to and from school. But given his driving skills, it was as if his was a driving accident waiting to happen. To my mind, he seemd like a magnet to car accidents and rates a measly 2 on my driving score sheet. With the risk factors involved, his driving skills would totally disqualify my sister from availing of cheap car insurance.

Our dear old green Honda, "Kermit," who kept my sister and I company during our days of single blessedness is now battered and bruised, thanks to Felix' uhhmmm, tender loving "care." In my book, the old man may be categorized under high risk insurance.

Good riddance.

EKS-OH-EKS-OH