Are we
getting value for our money? In this austere economic climate, like most
people, I am careful whenever I spend.
It had been a
miserable Tuesday and beers were necessary to drink the misery go away. In the kafunda, when Waitress popped open the TML,
its contents, shot out with the same gusto as a bottle of Moet et Chandon. When
the gusto subsided, more than half of the beer was snaking its way across the
dusty table and floor.
When the
second bottle was served and bearing in mind the disaster that happened when
the first bottle was opened, I told her to take her time but rather than heed
my advice, I got the waitress smirk – you know the one that reads: “I have been
in this job since I was 15-years old, so I think I know how to open a bottle of
beer!” Once again, the beer came shooting out like Moet.
Cutting my
losses, I the guzzled the rest of the beer and summoned for the bill. As
expected, she had charged me 6k for both bottles. Hmm, I didn’t get value for
money so I swung her 3k for both bottles which provoked an argument. When
Waitress argues, it’s never between you and her. Ok it is, but she makes sure
everybody in the bar, Boda Chap and the woman in the salon next door, know that
she is in an argument. But I was not going to pay for what I didn’t drink.
“You gave me
half a bottle and I will pay for half a bottle” I smirked back at her.
Reluctantly, she accepted but after trying to put me on a guilt trip of how her
boss is going to cut her wages. Guilt trips don’t work with me.
When I got
home, I find that the tin of Nescafe which cost me almost 20k from Nakumatt is
not full, but three quarters full as is, the bag of Omo and Jessa’s cup of
yoghurt. To make matters even worse, DStv was showing last year’s repeats of
Top Gear. Am I getting value for my money? No I am so NOT!
Come Sunday,
a friend takes me out to brunch at Kampala Sheraton. Brunch runs from noon to
4:00pm and with their hefty prices (though I was not paying), we expected value
for money. We did not want to hear that after the first helping, that was it.
We wanted to eat our fill right up until 4:00pm when F&B Manager, Simon
Kizito shuts down the kitchen.
After our
first helping, Waitress cleared the plates and returned with the bill holder
and that got our blood boiling. “65k for a side plate of cold meats and now you
want us to pay and go” we sort of lashed out at her. But Waitress was composed
and pleasant enough to tell us the bill holder contained ‘the comments card’,
otherwise we were free to serve ourselves as many times as we wanted. Didn’t we
looked stupid but hmm, value for money from the Sheraton!
The day however,
was spoilt by a visit to the kafunda
shop. Kafunda Shopkeeper has
pre-packed bags of sugar from 1kg, to 5kg to 10kg. I bought the 5kg bag.
However, when I plonked it on my scales at home, it was not 5kg, but 4.4kg.
Jeez, Kafunda Shopkeeper is also trying
to squeeze me just like Butcher did. It was only when I got home that I
discovered Butcher had given me 4kg of bones and fat and only one kilo of meat
which is not value for money. I wonder if Friend will take me back to the Sheraton?
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