I sit bored at Lavington mall terrace. I am supposed to be selling gelato but customers aren’t around.. well, there’s always candy crash.. that’s what am doing..
I waste all lives and start checking out the ‘Gelato Messina’ page and can’t help wish that our creative team is as creative as theirs.. well.. not.. Am staring at their coconut gelato
‘Hi! What flavours do you have today?? Am looking for something tangy’
‘Lemon it is’ I reply.
‘I’ll have a scoop of lemon and some salted popcorns’ she says and finds hetself a seat..
Soon as am done serving her, someone else comes in. She isn’t like any of our customers and she speaks Swahili.
‘Hi. What can I get you?’ I ask with a fake smile as I think to myself on how creased my cheeks might be due to fake smile.
She hands me a paper. Its written ‘caramel’ on it.
‘ We don’t have that one’ I tell her in Swahili.
I ask her for her boss’s number and calls her.
‘Hi. This is Fior di Latte,you ordered a scoop of caramel. Am sorry we are out of that. Can I get you a scoop of Tiramisu?’
She agrees
Soon as I start scooping on the tiramisu, the girl is on my back.. ‘Why were you calling my boss. Ain’t that the same one you gave me last time?’
‘No ma’am.It’s different’ I reply in Swahili.
I try handing it to her and she demands I warm it. Well, the customer with lemon gelato chokes on hers.. she has been joined by a friend and 2 kids who also wants to order.
I try to lower my voice and tell her that it’s okay as it is but she is adamant. Plus it makes her feel good to order me, I suspect.
‘Warm it’ she insists..
The customers can’t maintain straight faces. Am also trying so hard and my eyes are tearing up.
I just can’t look at her.
The lady customer finally has a straight face and tells her ‘It’s warm enough. If you don’t get it home in 10 minutes it will have gone bad and your boss won’t like it’
‘ oh’ is all she replies as she takes off.
Soon as she is out of there, I laugh then later feel bad for her.. Her boss ought to treat her out