Flirting and munching grasshoppers
Jun 21, 2010
L AST Sunday I sat next to an old man who really annoyed me. This man appeared smart and responsible but I later learnt he had no eating etiquette. <br>
By Juliet Kasirye
L AST Sunday I sat next to an old man who really annoyed me. This man appeared smart and responsible but I later learnt he had no eating etiquette.
We boarded a taxi together in the Old Taxi Park to Lufuka, Ndejje.
On Queen’s Way, we got stuck in traffic jam. My neighbour saw this as an opportunity to get out his paper bag full of fried grasshoppers and start munching them.
From the smell, I could tell the grasshoppers were prepared weeks, or even months earlier.
He munched throughout the journey, while resting his hand and the paper bag on the shoulder of woman seated next to him.
As soon as the conductor asked for money, the woman said: “Boss, give us some (grasshoppers), after all my shoulder has been a resting place for your hand from the taxi park and my thighs a table for your meal.â€
Meanwhile, another passenger who also irritated me was flirting with one of the women in the taxi.
“I am Charles, a radio presenter, have you ever heard about me? Banange oyaka, onkubye (you look so good. I am smitten). Can I get your number?
Surprisingly, the ‘presenter’ did not have a single coin on him by the time we reached his destination. He started fumbling and searching his pockets to no avail.
The conductor did not wait for him to finish the drama; he punched him on the forehead.
L AST Sunday I sat next to an old man who really annoyed me. This man appeared smart and responsible but I later learnt he had no eating etiquette.
We boarded a taxi together in the Old Taxi Park to Lufuka, Ndejje.
On Queen’s Way, we got stuck in traffic jam. My neighbour saw this as an opportunity to get out his paper bag full of fried grasshoppers and start munching them.
From the smell, I could tell the grasshoppers were prepared weeks, or even months earlier.
He munched throughout the journey, while resting his hand and the paper bag on the shoulder of woman seated next to him.
As soon as the conductor asked for money, the woman said: “Boss, give us some (grasshoppers), after all my shoulder has been a resting place for your hand from the taxi park and my thighs a table for your meal.â€
Meanwhile, another passenger who also irritated me was flirting with one of the women in the taxi.
“I am Charles, a radio presenter, have you ever heard about me? Banange oyaka, onkubye (you look so good. I am smitten). Can I get your number?
Surprisingly, the ‘presenter’ did not have a single coin on him by the time we reached his destination. He started fumbling and searching his pockets to no avail.
The conductor did not wait for him to finish the drama; he punched him on the forehead.