I tried to pinch Farida’s elbow to discreetly tell her not to cause a scene because expletive where already turning in their seats to look at us.
“Ma, that’s the price we have always charged,” the waitress began apologetically. Farida ignored me to continue, “That still doesn’t excuse the fact that this is ridiculous. What if I had bought my soda from outside and brought it here? At least I will know I’m buying it at a decent rate of N200 or N150, what is N1000?
The waitress would have been better off had she remained silent, but she responded politely, “Ma, that is not allowed here.” Altine looked up at the ceiling wondering when the nightmare would end.
I just quickly opened my purse and gave the waitress my debit card before Farida could say another word, as she was still boiling inside, shaking her head in disbelief.
