you stand in a line of passengers waiting for a jeepney to come and take them home after a long day of work. many have their backpacks on their chests. the street vendors scattered around the area sell newspapers, packs of cigarettes, and peanuts on wooden boxes. you smell the sewer from where you are. you quickly wave away the smoke coming from the man in front of you with your hand. you make sure he sees you furrow your brows and wrinkle your nose at him.