Last weekend the car is looking filthy and we are on our way out to a function. I had noticed that the petrol station next to Shoprite offered a car wash service. I had also noticed a place on Admiralty Way where they were also washing cars. So I set off to wash the car. All was well with the world. The sun was shining. The AC was blasting along with the music. "We are the world, we are the people.." Classic. I love it. No, just kidding.
Anyways, I decide to try the place on Admiralty before making the long tortuous journey to Shoprite. The follwoing then occurs:
Me driving up and immediately being approached by one of the five men sitting at the gate.
Me: Oga is this a car wash?
Man: This place? Indicating the area where I am parked which is wet, has a hose connecterd to an external tap and some washcloths.
Me: Yes.
Man: Oga we don't wash cars here oh.
Me: But I saw a car being washed when I drove past half an hour ago.
Man: Oga oh yes. But we only wash our own cars.
Me: Oh okay. Do you know anywhere near here or do I have to go to Shoprite.
Man: Shakes head. No place around here oh. Oga, you want to wash your car?
Me: Thinking no I came here to seek intelligent life forms. Yes I want to wash my car.
Man: Oga we only wash our own cars here.
Me reversing. Then tap tap on the window.
Man: Oga don't you want us to wash your car?
Me: Look my friend you said you only wash your own cars????
Man: Oga we can wash your car oh.
He then proceeds to explain to the other guys that the man sitting in the dirty car wants to get his car washed. After much nodding of heads he is joined by another man and they proceed to give the car a mighty good clean.
Till now I still cannot work out the logic. Maybe drugs would help.
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3 comments:
Lol. welcome to Lagos!!
Please pass me the syringe as well. I just spent the last half an hour trying to figure the whole scheisse out...
Hehehe! Orisirisi. Olorun lo ma gba mi 'lowo Nigeria.
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