I was waiting in line, along with about a dozen others, watching as two men took their own sweet time in rolling and baking the rotis. I’d been there for over half an hour, and the only way I was going to fill my stomach, was by keeping my temper under wraps.
Finally, the cook decided to reward me for my patience, and slowly wrapped a couple of rotis into a roll. Handing it over, he indicated that the favour was over, and I was to be on my way. So much for ‘customer is king’.
Just as I was about to turn away, though, the fellow behind me suddenly shook. His body trembled violently, as he slowly collapsed onto the floor in front of my feet.