All this, because she made a mistake! Months ago, I swallowed my pride and procured one of the common decoders from MultiChoice to feast on their channels. Oh boy, I couldnt wait. I was rubbing palm on palm, anxious. I pitched up at one of their centres, a sack of money slung on my shoulder, ambled in gently and announced how I want to purchase their decoder. The lady behind the computer motioned me a seat and offered a smile, too. Ah, I was delighted and stunned by their warm customer care. She quizzed me what I wanted to buy. I mumbled back, avoiding to stare at her cleavage which winked back at me as though she owed me money, or vice versa. Okay, scratch the whole cleavage claptrap. I dipped my fingers in the sack and fished out the money, slapped saliva on my finger and gently counted. I paid. She hissed a faint thank you. All this, she was flipping papers, stamping them, and writing on them. I remember her asking me my name. I remember answering her, loudly to turn heads in the earshot. I remember her begging for pardon which I did. I shrieked out, Nimusiima Edward. This time, too loud to turn the askalis head. She continued pouring ink on the papers, typing on her keyboard and avoiding my stare. She handed me the external ware, which I received as though I received a dummy cheque. I was delighted. Later, she handed me my receipt which I instanteneously squeezed in my pockets. She offered her thank yous, shook my hand and wished me a blissful watching journey. I went home. Switched on the darned thing. It worked. Then I yanked out my receipt to peruse through. To my mortification, the smiling lady, her of the winking cleavage had written Busingye Edward instead of Nimusiima Edward. You see that sausage? You see how John The Baptist delegated his duties to this lady and she baptised me without a smigden of shame? Under clenched teeth and boiling anger, I spewed a few profanities that vanished in the air. I was given a new identity I would keep up with for the rest of my enjoyment of their services. Today evening, I pitched at one of their outlets to pay for my monthly subscription they had earlier chopped without warning. Loudly, I barked out my number. The man behind the computer first hesitated for fleeting minutes before asking me, Are you Busingye Edward? What? Me? You. No, sir. I had forgotten my name. You see how I have lost my beloved decoder and channels and...Richard Quest? All this, because she made a mistake!
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 16:47:16 +0000
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