Zero sale ;-/
John Mayer ~ Who Says
This morning, I departed from the land of flufly and drowsy minds, feeling like the smartest shmuck this up side of town. I was ready to quit the habit of sneaking in my co-worker’s drawer and sneaking out with the headphones (as she is on leave). To relieve my kleptomaniac tabias, as a guy from the House of Muumbi, I thought I should buy one.
This also happens to be one of those day’s I am early for work. Often, I check in at 1 , or minutes to 1. Kosher. No one asks, or would dare too. But yesterday, the good halo hovered over my bed last night, and I had a dream. It conjured up an ideal routine, where all my shopping, if any, should be done over the weekends. However, it turns the weekend zooms by too soon, I feel like a zombie on Monday mourning, with my ‘cash stash’ reduced - only soiled boots to staring solemnly back at my puffy-slit Chinese eyes..
Therefore, I have embarked on a mission to try filling in the loose minutes during my week days by doing something memorable: like spending!
Told this is the son of a gene-ass.
Anyway, I’ve seen several adverts about/on Bloomerg store. They sell electronics items down Kimathi street and I wonder why the proximity with Season’s restaurant ( I have several harrowing tales here, some of ‘em, er, lovely 
..but most of ‘em are, grim ripping!). Anyway, I stride and what strikes my is a brown-skin lady with tightest braids, but flabbiest of skin (betraying inevitable age, mellowing beauty)… and for that simple reason, I ignore the dude next to her, who was making ‘advances’ towards clinching this sale.
Uko ka headphones type gani? ( I am the most uninformed buyer. Will take you in rounds till I see what I want.
Ziko, zote….(In the most soft voice, which carried with it tiredness of courtesy repeated over and over again – )
She continued to toss several pieces on the desk which were all cliche and I never at once gave them another look. But all at once, some revelation, more brighter than my techie-dumbness must have lit her saleswomanship as soon enough, she produced what I was looking for.
She emerged with some trendy headphones which I could plug and blot out outside interference, even on her as I lulled my eardrums to deaf-inity.
I mumbled something, as I sized them up. And there, I got it.
She looked at me, happy that she was able to satisfy my desire, and waited for my turn to quench her thirst.
Well, if you expect to hear a story of how numbers were passed behind…or she hinted at flashing out the terrible twins, well.
Mistaken!
What followed was a series of quick exchanged words, a price quote, protest, protest…that was shut up by a volley of swift saleswomanship dialogue, and just like that, i found myself rummaging through the sales receipt again, and again, trying to look for those goodies that were missing out!
I only had miserable head phones with multi-functionality that talked about a ‘Zero Sale’.’
the jury.
te, he- naughty!)
i knew this moment would come. and it has come. strange how you see your ‘strangulation’ coming and just stay there, numb, waiting for the slipknot to slip through your neck. cry you should never and be as it may, you may shit bucketfuls, pop out your eye and let out that asphyxiating sound you normally here in Ngeta lanes.
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