Indian Date

I shot my own foot. I ate the crisps. These snacks stay in the cabinet, untouched. They had been there for almost a month. The owner had traveled to South Africa but that is irrelevant. The thing is, I was working late, I was alone in the office, it was raining and I was hungry. I ate the crisps. Dint they taste great! When I finished the whole pack is when I realized that I actually ate the whole pack, well not the entire pack since it was a little bit above the half way mark. It was half full!! I wanted to check how many grams those were when I noticed the price!! This was the catch. Nkt! There had to be a catch. The price tag shamelessly read 835sh. Ok, here I am, having eaten half a packet of awesomely delicious crisps that cost a whopping 835sh. My only silent prayer is that I am not asked who ate them. Am a pathetic liar!! When I lie, I tell so many stories after that. You will definitely tell am trying to divert and it is very pedestrian so it wont go far.

It is uncommon that one would meet you with a question on “who ate what” immediately you walk into a room; worse still if you are coming from the ladies. It would send a series of weird thoughts racing in your head. First, you’d definitely have to recall is you were from a short one or the opposite. This,  and many more questions marathoned in my head for two seconds when my welcoming statement was “who ate my crisps?” I couldn’t lie; it was right in the middle of a meeting. Every one was staring at me. I felt my face turning red. I cursed my light skin. “I did! They almost expired” Okay so why did I say this? Am I an expiry date saver or what had I become? The guys in the meeting did not laugh. I very, much wanted them to. It would have made the burden on my shoulders way lighter, they didn’t care. It was crisps. But it was a huge matter in this place, they were “The crisps”, no matter how hungry, you don’t eat these. I had sinned; I had craved for, consumed and even digested the crisps. The waste was on its way to a recycle plant. I cannot be saved even by a crucified cat!

“They are still mine, expired or not”. True story! “Then you shall get me another pack” That was the verdict!! I needed to call my lawyer. That very moment, I realized it is an unfair world. Here I was, being sentenced to a micro financial death by crisps without being given a chance to tell my story. I wanted to say it was raining, I was lonely and hungry. The crisps were my only refuge!! There was no chance. “Do you know where they are bought?” I should have said no but when my face is reddened, I can’t think straight, even crooked, I just can’t think. “Chandarana Supermaket.” I said. “Deal” came the answer!!

I had shot myself in the leg. We had a deal. I am now to get “The crisps” in any case; I know where they are bought. 

835 KSh is not the issue; the issue is that you are spending it on crisps. I am now actively looking for the person who stock these crisps at Chanadarana, credible sources tell me its an Indian lady who also hawks a poorer quality in small packs in town. I have so far established contacts and she shall supply the same at a wholesale price. However, I have to buy more than two packets. I am therefore looking for two people who love crisps a lot, otherwise I will have to settle for a lower quality brand, but she promises the same great taste!! I have bought her lunch on two occasions, both of which I use to see if I can lure her into making this one packet like a charity thing. I mean two lunch dates are already too many!!

I hate crisps!!