Women. Just when you think you have them pinned down… they do something that make you question your understanding. (Grammar is kuf’d)
There’s this girl at work who will throw her self very forcefully against the wall whenever we are using the same corridor as if she’s trying to q.tunnel through it. Ati ni kunipisha njia. In short this girl makes very exaggerated, jerky movements whenever I’m around. I think she’s retarded… she works in HR if that’s anything.
Then there’s this woman I buy chicken from regularly. At first used make some banter while I waited for her to cut the chicken into small pieces. These day the woman tries to bring her husband into the equation as much as she can. I think she misinterpreted our small talks as me trying to hit on her… Or she likes me and it’s a defense mechanism. Anyway, she’s older than me by maybe five years so can’t ever hit that.
There’s also this woman who throws tomatoes at me.
That said, I’m going to ask the HR simpleton out today.
I don’t know if she’s mad. She just does it when I’m passing at her kibanda. She’s careful not to hit me, except this time she hit my window. I’ll never confront her because I kind of enjoy it.