A colleague and I were going back to the office after spending a hellish morning at Quezon City Hall. Naturally, our conversation topic was about local government units. She was a sweet old lady that everybody liked. But since our responsibilities at work don’t always intersect, I really didn’t know all that much about her.
“Makati’s City Hall is a lot better than Quezon City’s. Have you been there?” she asked me.
“Really? I don’t think so,” I replied.
“Oh it’s really nice. The lines are much shorter. It’s not as hot. And they even have an elevator.”
“Cool. Hey, how do you know? Do you live in Makati?”