we don't do it like that 'round these here parts

Two things.

1. Took delivery of New Fridge yesterday, to replace the ancient monstrosity that, when not making 747-taking-off noises, made half-hearted attempts to keep food cool and drained half the town’s elec-trickery supplies. (D and I regard New Fridge as a newborn and will name it and sleep on the kitchen floor next to it.)
   
   The point, though, was the excellent observation of occupational health and safety guidelines by the delivery guys. One of them (small, even by Filipino standards) hooked his arms through the PVC straps used to keep the box intact and carried the whole damn thing in BY HIMSELF, like a backpack. Twenty-odd meters plus some knee-bends to get under the garage eaves and in through the apartment door. Nice work, fella.
   
   
   
2. Filipino English includes some unique expressions (e.g., “for a while” instead of “just a moment”) as well as some interesting idiosyncrasies. Filipinos don’t take a look at something – they make an ocular inspection.
   
   Overheard on Tuesday, Filipina science editor T explaining her late arrival:
   

   “My husband! He was involved in a vehicular collision!”

   Thank god it wasn’t a car crash.
   
   (As far as I know, husband was unharmed.)