really really?
Last Saturday, after canvassing for tv stands that we have been planning to buy to replace our 10-year-old tv stand (that husband initially owned as a single yuppie), I went to a famous parlor for make-up (I choose not to divulge the name of the parlor) for a wedding we are attending later that day.
I loved my makeup. The foundation was air-sprayed, the eye make up was great, and the lipstick chosen for me wasn’t red. It was pale pink perfect match to my gray dress. So I knew that the makeup artist will be getting a good tip from me. When I reached the counter, I was told how much I owe them. I counted the money in my wallet and it was the exact amount! So I asked them, knowing they accept Mastercard, if they also accept EPS (Express Payment System of BPI).
Me: Meron kayo EPS? (Do you have EPS?)
Receptionist: Wala po eh (No, we don’t)
Me: Pag binayad ko ‘to, di ko sila mabibigyan ng tip. (If I pay you cash, I won’t be able to give them their tip)
Receptionist: Ay, ma’am, meron po pala. (Oops, ma’am, yeah, we have EPS)



