I think I will suspend all monetary activities till January comes to an end because it seems to bring out the inner thief in most people. Last evening started innocently enough. A friend, lets call him Sir Charles, called me and since we hadnt made any concrete plans, we found ourselves at the bank - him doing something constructive, me drinking the free coffee. Which made me extremely hungry. So when we were leaving we saw this very bright, very attractive stand selling CORN(not maize). My legs somehow found their way there and I asked for corn. They scooped some corn, added some butter and spice -I think- asked me if I wanted chilli but I said no. They handed me the paper cup with my steaming corn and a paper spoon too. And because peer pressure is real, SC asked for one too. Then we paid. The change came back and I alerted them of the mistake in the change. Then they alerted us of the mistake in ours - one cup is 240, so 2 is 480. WHAT??? MAHINDI MOJA BOILED NI 240? MUTUNGO?? I almost wanted to give them their cup back. But I painfully crunched the CORN and imagined how many 20bob boiled maize I could have had with 240. To overcome this shock, SC suggested we go listen to some soothing reggae at K1 just around the corner. I was more than glad. Just one hour of reggae and well be calm enough to go out. 7 hours ( and 2 kisiis) later,we asked the nice waitress for our bill. The diligent girl had tabulated everything at the back of the receipt and brought it to a nice round figure of X. Im not saying I dont trust bartenders and waitresses but lets just say if they were to do the family tree thingy where you trace your ancestry, most of them would be shocked to discover they are somehow related and have an ancestor in common: Lucifer. Anyway I like to do my own math, thank you very much. So I took the receipts and re counted. The amount dropped to X-2000. And I still hadnt counterchecked item by item. Then I remembered they had an offer for buying a bottle and getting a sausage platter. For the price of that bottle they should surely give us a whole pig, but what we got was 3 chopped choma sausages and some diluted sauce, yet we got two of those bottles. And here she was ,trying to steal some more from us. But since Im not one to knock anyones hustle , I called her and we counted together and she didnt say she was sorry about the mix up and we paid and we left. Seriously. 8 days to February.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 05:52:02 +0000
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