THE HATER : I hate people who…

…use lame excuses to overcharge customers. Motorcycle taxi operators are simply crazy people. I hate them for always hiking their prices simply because it is night time. The guy inflates and reasons that the known price is used only during the day time. This makes you wonder whether the amount of fuel consumed increases when the sun goes down. Or maybe the fuel stations sell cheaper fuel during the day. Well, none of these excuses makes sense. They only prove to us that these guys stop thinking when the sun goes down. …foolishly waste serious people’s time. When using a public taxi you just can’t be sure of your time of arrival. Sometime last week, I was on my way home in this old taxi ad then the old Japanese joke of a car run out of fuel. The driver kept on wishing it could start after being pushed. Cars use fuel not manpower. The taxi men had money on them and the fuel stations had lots of fuel. Now why on earth were they giving us an unsolicited visit to a fuel station? To that guy who borrowed my car on Sunday, please, return it. I am done with taxis and their brainless drivers. …make pointless comparisons. I am really getting sick and tired of these guys. The ones who shop in Nakumatt supermarket but when you meet them for small talk, they tell you how the place is expensive. “These guys are very expensive compared to Simba!” Why are you telling me this rubbish instead of just crossing the road and going to Simba Supermarket? I am not interested in the cries of financially unfortunate citizens like you. Maybe you try your local store in Biryogo or Kabeza. I know it is also a supermarket according to the standards there. Next time go where your pockets are comfortable and then keep your mouth shut. …use their appetite to disgust others. I think by now you can already feel the disgust. Now you have to feel sorry for me who had to endure the pain of watching this guy who entered a restaurant while eating maize! Without waiting for the corn in his mouth to get finished, he went on to shout at the waiter, “mufite ibiryo (do you have food?)?” I wonder why he was asking for food yet he already had enough in his mouth. To make matters worse, this maize eating joker asked to be served a plate full of posho. I bet his small brains cannot tell that boiled maize and posho are simply one and the same. This lack of a balanced diet could be the reason to explain his disgusting mental shortfall. …dress carelessly while at work. I thought I was actually dreaming when I saw this guy on Tuesday. But since you all know how tough it can be for one to dream on an empty stomach this is sadly a true story. I saw a guy at a restaurant in Nyabugogo attending to customers while wearing a formerly white vest! This fashion police fugitive seemed not to care about the pungent smell that was coming from his armpits. I had to move to another restaurant to avoid getting violent with this brainless chap. The Hater rarely goes to such cheap restaurants. I don’t even know how I ended up there. I hate myself but I hate that guy a thousand times more. Let me help you hate by sending your suggestions to thehater2009@gmail.com or a text message to +25075 8545293.