I exchanged notes lately
with some media colleagues at Gloria Maris Restaurant when one of them told me
about his anecdote with a fellow woman reporter.
He said he was with her when
they interviewed the chairman of a party list for the forthcoming election.
He recalled that he asked
the chairman with the following:
“Sir, are your top party list's nominees are Mr. A,
Mr. B, and Mrs. C?”
“Yes, the three of
them!” chairman, a rich man, retorted.

Not to be outshone, the woman
reporter confidently interjected:
“Sir, if you have three nominees who among them was
your favorite to support?!”
The male reporter told me
he cringed near the wall where he was seated. He was too
embarrassed about the stupidity of the question.
“The office’s staff of
the chairman were seen restraining themselves to guffaw," he told me, of course, in Tagalog.
They, son of a gun, could not believe that the seemingly intelligent looking reporter riding in a then flashy car could ask that idiotic question.
They, son of a gun, could not believe that the seemingly intelligent looking reporter riding in a then flashy car could ask that idiotic question.


