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’.’
