mischief maker
i enter a tea shop, i swear i want nothing but a hot cup of tea.
i go to the counter to give my order, but the lady looks gloomy.
she looks at me suspiciously, like she knows i am up to no good.
i swear am well behaved, except a few times i feel like doing something naughty.
i gaze at her, and i get this feeling to make a plank at her.
"lady , how much is a cup of tea?' i ask.
she looks at me, i swear she wants to murder me.
" a thousand shillings" she replies.
"what about sugar, lady" i ask again.
"for goodness' sake! sugar is free of course!" she is practically shouting.
innocently i ask ,"then can i have two kilograms of sugar please?"
she bends down to pick something. i don't wait to see what it is.
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