I still can't believe how happy this Fahmeeda was to see me yesterday!
Who would have thought...
A few years ago, when I was still in school, Sabera and I volunteered for a fundraising tea garden for cancer...I asked to be a cashier, unfortunately on the day of the event they were short on waitresses' and asked me to be one!
Well, a group of highty thighty ladies had sat in my section, all the teachers were whispering about one lady who was Dr Mansoors 4th wife.
The group gave me a long order of specific teas and coffees and baked goods, thankfully, somebody more experienced put together the tray for me...their order totaled close to R500!
Half way through their tea they called me back to order one more Espresso, this time their was nobody to make it and I couldn't wait around forever so I had to make it myself, the only thing I knew about espresso was that it was served in a cute miniature mug so I made coffee just like I make for my father, extra milk, extra sugar...and served it in the small mini mug.
My word, what a fit this lady threw! She wanted a refund! So I took out my wallet and have her R14...she stared at it dumbstruck and then asked what's that for?
By now, almost everybody was watching us...without thinking I replied:, " this tea garden is for charity and charity doesn't give refunds, since you don't like your coffee and I made it, I'm returning your money"
I couldn't believe I had said that, but then I was glad I had...
Luckily, she just stood up gathered her stuff and left...it was only after she walked away that everybody realized the bill hadn't even been paid yet.
I still remember the look on the other ladies faces when they figured out they going to be paying for her share too.
I never expected to ever see her again...but there she was yesterday...as elegant and cool as ever, acting like we were long lost best friends.
I had been a bit nervous, I didn't know what to say or what she was going to say...
" I'm so sorry I have to rush off right now, Fatima please get my number from your MiL or I will get yours, we should meet for coffee or something... I could really use a girl like you on some of my projects.", She said warmly.
Once again, she had just gathered her things and left.
Soon as the door had closed behind her, my MiL and her Posey pounced on me,
"How do you know Fahmz?"
"Where do you know her from"
"why you never told me you know her all this time?"
I didn't know what to say or who to answer...i also didn't know if she was kidding me...coffee? With me? Why on earth!
I just shrugged, "she use to live in Sheppy before, small town and all that".
"Port Shepstone!", and then round two of the rapid fire questions began....
" was she married before?"
" I heard this is her 4th husband"
" what!"
" who was she married to before?"
While they dissected and speculated about her life I made a run for my bedroom.
when i told Imraan this silly story, he was so amused!
He said he had heard about the tuition program she runs for underprivileged children in a school in Shangweni.
"I think you made her into a good Samaritan that day...", Imraan said.
Yah right, as if I'm that influential. Maybe she had mistook me for somebody else...
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