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What the hell !

 


I saw a woman 

The woman gets into a matatu in one of the streets here. Without saying a word, she signals to the driver by rubbing her thumb on her nose and waving her fingers at him. 

The good driver recognizes her, goes to her and uses two hands in similar sort of signal and waves every one of his fingers at her.

The lady holds her right arm out at the driver and slashes at it a couple of times with her left hand.

Then, at that point, the driver puts his left hand on his right bicep and yanks his right arm up in a clench at her.

The lady then cups both of her hands under her bosoms and lifts delicately. So the driver places both of his hands at his groin and delicately lifts up.

The lady glares, runs a finger up between her derriere, and gets off the matatu with her bag held tightly under her armpit. Do you know derrieres ? Ha ha haaa. She wears a frowning face as she walks towards another Matatu. It doesn't feel like a Friday evening for her.

There is another lady sitting in the first column of the vehicle pretending to be on her phone but saw the entire trade. Now she shoots up her head... 

She shouts out, "That was absolutely the most appalling thing I have at any point seen on a public transport! What the hellfire would you say you were doing?"

"Listen woman," expresses the blunt driver, "that woman had no ears. She was deaf I mean ...She inquired as to whether the mat  went to Thika road. I said no, we go to Waiyaki Way. She inquired as to whether we make many stops. I let her  know this was express. She inquired as to whether we go by the bypass and I told her, no we go by Westlands, she said "Alaas, I'm on the wrong bus" and got off.

Wait what the hell.. ! 





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