Bar boss now bought, noisy music goes on
You’re at the counter at this noisy pub—the type you usually patronise. The proprietor-cum-manager keeps lying to the few of us who repeatedly advise (ha!) him that loud music repels rather than attracts customers.
“You’re right, boss…I’ll ensure they play music at low volume here…at my other bar across the road we’ll play it loud because most of the customers there are young…as you know, young people love loud music,” he’ll always say whenever the conservative among us appeal for less noise.
Indeed, he’d at times personally walk to the corner where the music system is positioned and push down the volume. After that, drinkers would be able to chat without having to shout at the person seated next to them!
You prefer this pub when it comes to having a beer in the evening. Your reasoning is simple—it’s near the place you call home. You don’t have to cross some busy road where pedestrians are always in danger of being killed by a speeding vehicle, since, apparently, a good number of fellows behind the wheel are mad men.
This is a pub you’d love to hate but you can’t due to lack of alternatives. Today you’ll take a few warm ones, which you’re dying for, having been wearing off your fingers on the laptop the whole day.
At the far end of the counter, there’re three young fellows clad in hanging trousers (milegezo) behaving like this was a night club. They’re very jovial, doing more laughing than talking with each other.
In any case, there can’t be anything like talking with each other given the amount of noise touted as music. One of the young men is doing the deejaying because the “resident” deejay is busy in the kitimoto kitchen.
Yeah, the deejay here is also the senior-most kitchen boy, specialising in kitimoto. He has been bribed with a couple of beers so that he allows one of the mlegezo fellows to take over the music system that’s operated from a laptop and relayed to two monstrously huge speakers.
Now and then, the volunteer deejay walks to the laptop music dispenser to play songs suggested by his two friends and comes back to participate in the dancing, close to the counter.
There’re at least five bottles for each of the mlegezo fellows and for some strange reason, they keep ordering for more so that all the time, there’re at least 15 bottles ready for swallowing. It’s like someone has whispered to them that their brand is about to run out of stock!
When the bar manager-cum-proprietor arrives, he walks straight to the three, shaking hands with each.
One of them orders him three cold ones, which is why you decide against your intention to complain about the loud music because it’s clear the boss is already compromised. He’s actually dancing to the loud music with the jovial trio.
Having noted that you tell yourself you won’t take your usual third beer, so you pay for the two you’ve polished off and leave.
