Last evening, my cousin and I left the house to do light house hunting in my hood. He moved in to live with me, and I thought we needed a bigger house.
We found a very beautiful, modern apartment. It has a single bell knob outside the gate. We figured out that the bell rang inside the caretaker's or security guard's house.
We rang the bell. Soon after, a man with an indifferent and gloomy face appeared at the gate. He looked so lugubrious, so furious, so cavalier, that I started suspecting that the bell must have pulled him from the warmth of a Sunday evening snack.
He did not talk to us right away. He looked at us, almost scheming like, from our head to toes. We were wearing Crocs and sweatpants. It was on a Sunday evening. We had been watching football, Tottenham Vs Aston Villa game. The first half was boring that is why we decided to leave the house to do house hunting before the crunch Manchester City Vs Liverpool game.
It is also January. The roads are dusty and windy. Naturally, we looked ragged. Our feet were dusty after making several rounds around our hood. Our faces and lips were cracked from the heat of the sun. Justifiably, we looked like street urchin, and perhaps that is the reason why the man looked at us in such a mean way.
"Hi," I greeted him.
"Hi," he forced the greetings. "Mh?" He said, signaling us to lay down the reason why we rang the bell.
"We are looking for a house."
He scrutinized us again, deeply, and said with a hoity toity and patronizing tone, "hakuna bedsitter hapa." It almost sounded like a threat, or he expected us to take it as a threat and walk away.
Damn. I look at my cousin's face and he was not hiding his shock. He looked at me and we burst out into a loud pearl of laughter. Man.
The man gestured to walk back into the house. "How do you know that we are looking for bedsitters?" I asked him.
"I was just saying, as a by the way. Just in case we don't want to waste each other's time." He gave us his back.
"We are looking for a two bedroom." He looked at us with intensity again. He was unsure whether we were serious or just bluffing. Eventually, he opened the gates and allowed us in.
The ground floor was reserved for parking. Man, the cars in the lot were insane. There was a white Land cruiser Prado parked next to a Subaru Forester XT, that was parked next to a dark blue BMW, that was next to red Mazda CX.
When I saw the parking lot, for a moment, I understood the man's point of judgement. First, we walked to the gate on foot. Two, we exclaimed when we saw the cars parked in the lot. We were like two kids in an exclusive toy store.
We found a very beautiful, modern apartment. It has a single bell knob outside the gate. We figured out that the bell rang inside the caretaker's or security guard's house.
We rang the bell. Soon after, a man with an indifferent and gloomy face appeared at the gate. He looked so lugubrious, so furious, so cavalier, that I started suspecting that the bell must have pulled him from the warmth of a Sunday evening snack.
He did not talk to us right away. He looked at us, almost scheming like, from our head to toes. We were wearing Crocs and sweatpants. It was on a Sunday evening. We had been watching football, Tottenham Vs Aston Villa game. The first half was boring that is why we decided to leave the house to do house hunting before the crunch Manchester City Vs Liverpool game.
It is also January. The roads are dusty and windy. Naturally, we looked ragged. Our feet were dusty after making several rounds around our hood. Our faces and lips were cracked from the heat of the sun. Justifiably, we looked like street urchin, and perhaps that is the reason why the man looked at us in such a mean way.
"Hi," I greeted him.
"Hi," he forced the greetings. "Mh?" He said, signaling us to lay down the reason why we rang the bell.
"We are looking for a house."
He scrutinized us again, deeply, and said with a hoity toity and patronizing tone, "hakuna bedsitter hapa." It almost sounded like a threat, or he expected us to take it as a threat and walk away.
Damn. I look at my cousin's face and he was not hiding his shock. He looked at me and we burst out into a loud pearl of laughter. Man.
The man gestured to walk back into the house. "How do you know that we are looking for bedsitters?" I asked him.
"I was just saying, as a by the way. Just in case we don't want to waste each other's time." He gave us his back.
"We are looking for a two bedroom." He looked at us with intensity again. He was unsure whether we were serious or just bluffing. Eventually, he opened the gates and allowed us in.
The ground floor was reserved for parking. Man, the cars in the lot were insane. There was a white Land cruiser Prado parked next to a Subaru Forester XT, that was parked next to a dark blue BMW, that was next to red Mazda CX.
When I saw the parking lot, for a moment, I understood the man's point of judgement. First, we walked to the gate on foot. Two, we exclaimed when we saw the cars parked in the lot. We were like two kids in an exclusive toy store.
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