This a short comedy I wrote during the weekend. It is told from the perspective of different witnesses & participants. I do hope you enjoy it.
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WAITRESS:
His strides are bold and stompy, despite his age.
He put on the meanest look he could conjure and
sized up the entrance door. Though he seem to
stagger a bit, he did a good job of maintaining his
composure. I watched him adjust his clothing and
walk in with a false feeling of importance. I know
he’s bound to act another drama in the bar but I
was heading home already. My shift was over so I
didn’t get to witness the free show but I got the
gist from the girls later.

WAITER:
I had just resumed my shift when I saw a strange
man walk in. He stood for a while as if searching
for an empty seat in the bar. He walked over to a
table, knocked off the “reserved” marker and he
pulled out a seat for himself.
“Sir, that place is reserved… you can’t sit there
sir”, I explained and made to stop him!
“whaaat?… reserved for who? …who gets a
reservation when General Roger has no where to
sit? Don’t you know me?” he asked.
“ Excuse me sir…”
“You haven’t seen me on TV? …you’ve never heard
of Major General Roger? …you mean you really
don’t know me?”
“NO!” I said and sized up the man. He was clad
in a rumpled suit, undersized pants, dirty shirt and
a twisted tie. His running mouth seem to be the
only smooth thing on him!
“Sorry sir!… this table is-”
“-will you shut up your mouth!” he shouted and
caused some heads to turn.
“if you would please let me get you another
place…” I was saying when he exploded.
“I can’t believe you are still here!” He roared and
slammed the table, getting more heads to turn in
his direction.
With his ego well fed, he stood up, having this
bully smirk on his face and whispered to an
embarrassed me, “now get me a drink without
further ado!”
I wish someone had told me what kinda person this
man is. Old bully!
MAN:
I can’t but notice the man creating a scene beside
me. His outburst snatched my lady’s attention
away from me and I just had to look too.
He adjusted on his seat and turned towards us.
“but you love birds know me, don’t you?
He didnt wait for a reply as he continued “…
lemme tell you, I am the only soldier who took the
orientation course eight times! Yet I have the
longest non-democratic tenure ever! I ruled for a
duration of eight years. Yes! That’s a long term
isn’t it?… I broke the back of three other generals
and took power… A decorated general I am as you
see me so!…”

ARMY GENERAL:
I was whistling to my reserved seat to relax as
usual when I spotted the old man at my table. At
first I wanted to ask my ADC to call in the boys
to come and get the man off my favorite corner, but
I decided against it. “Its just one old man”, I told
myself “He won’t be any trouble.”
But as I approached the table, I heard his smooth
mouth bragging about the army.
“… A decorated general I am as you see me so!” he
was saying “No general in this country dares dare
me… They know what I did to their predecessors.”
I was shocked. All my years in the army, I’ve
never seen a retired General look so unkempt.
As I moved closer to him, I began to perceive the
strong odour of ogogoro (a locally brewed alchohol).
The stupid old man was high on cheap spirits. So I
brought out my phone and dialed my ADC’s
number.
“send in the boys!” I ordered. I want this bloody
civilian beaten to sobriety.

NURSE ISABEL:
When I didn’t see the funny ol’ General Roger (as
he liked to be called) in the common room I knew
we had a situation on our hands.
I wasn’t quite worried though cos I knew just
where to find him. He likes to – you know, sneak
to the bars across town.
As I parked my car in the lot,I saw some soldiers
jump out of a van and march into the bar.
My intuition told me old rogers had probably gone
too far with his army stories this time! I quickened
my pace and entered the bar through the service
door. I saw old Roger doing his thing -creating a
scene.
“…where did you get those stars? And that
uniform?…don’t tell me you are an officer in the
army.” He was saying to the General.
The soldiers marched in and saluted the General
and he mumbled some things to them pointing
towards Roger. I moved fast, stood in between the
General and Roger.
“Old Roger, you’ve had too much drinks today,
don’t you think its time we head home?”
A hefty hand rested on my shoulder and spun me
around.
“…and what do you think you are doing?” the
General roared.
” …’xcuse meee?”
“Isabel? What a surprise? What are you doing
here?” He asked.
“sorry?.. have we met before? How do you know
my name? Oh -you’re quite smart aren’t you?! You
read it from my ID card here! ” I was saying when
he removed his dark glasses and I recognized him
to be a familiar face. He once came to the Retirees
Home with relief materials.
“You’ll never change” he said with a smile.
“Isabel, the ever serious nurse!”
I offered my apologies, he accepted and signalled
to his boys to wait. He pulled me aside and asked.
“so is this man one of your em, patients, old
people or what do you call them?”
“yes!” I nodded and explained, “.. and He is a
special one… His hallucination these days are -you
know -so real to him. He had a kinda little rough
childhood, you know. And his failure to get
recruited into the army after many attempts comes
back to his brain now as an achievement. He
bullies anyone and even addresses himself as
General Roger… Funny ol’ man… I just have to
get him back to the home now… So he could take
his -you know, medications and perhaps some
things to kinda calm him and… I really have to go
now… And I apologize for any rubbish he might
have done or said… You know -he is just being -
you know…”
” its alright, No problem at all, you just saved his
backside from pains”, the General said with a grin.
I turned back to the table,
“Let’s get you home, General Roger…you’ve had
too much-”
“Who?” a waiter asked and pointed to the empty
seat.
I didn’t know Old Roger had sneaked out when I
had my back to him.
“Slimy Old man” the General murmured.
“…em, I think I know just where to look for him,
he likes to -you know, frequent bars… I have to
go… Thank you sir.”
“Funny old Roger,” the waiter remarked and shook
his head.
******* The End *******
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