After about ten minutes of waiting, I was finally standing in front of the counter girl.
"Good afternoon sir. What can I get you?", came the sweet voice of the pretty girl.
"Please give me some swagger", I answered in my sweetest voice.
I don't know what was going on in that tiny head of hers because she just looked at me as if I had just told her to go and write Jamb or something! All I asked for was a serving of swagger! Finally, after what seemed to me to be an eternity, her tiny mouth opened and she coyly asked me; "I beg you pardon sir?".
I understood at that moment that not only did this young girl have an I.Q. problem, she also had a hearing problem! So, I took my time to speak my words carefully and loudly.
"I....said.....I.......want........some......swa.....gger.....please"
The dumb girl went immediately to call a colleague of hers - one obviously older - to attend to me. I was relieved - I'd finally get someone with some sense to cater to me. I went on to explain to this woman that I had tried to explain severally to this girl that I wanted some swagger. The woman told me that they had no such thing, but when I insisted and an argument ensued, one of the male staffers had to come to the rescue. He asked me to sit down and started monkeying about - he started to rap, beat his chest and sing! I wondered what all of this was about, and then I demanded to see the manager.
You wouldn't believe the shame that came over me when the manager explained my stupidity to me! Needless to say, I stuck my face in my bag and walked out of the restaurant. Immediately I stepped out, I was jumped by an angry bus conductor, waiting to collect his money!
