All need not apply/Who says Chivalry is dead?

I had a feel good moment in the weekend gone by. It started out as a dare-devil moment when one of the nuts in my head went loose and I decided to hand wash my car in the freezing cold. Don't ask why, even I have no answer to that.

Anyway, having taken my rather foolish decision, I set to work complete with bucket, cloth, rag, slippers et al. To keep myself amused, I turned on (and up) my car's mp3 player and blasted out some christian tunes and proceeded to work. As I washed, I noticed there was a car parked a little distance from me. The driver whom I couldn't see very well was talking to some guy who was standing on the pavement. They spoke for quite a while and then the car drove off, away from me and up to the street entrance. The guy who had been speaking to the driver also continued on his (merry?) way.

Not quite 5 mins later, I saw the car come back into my street and then into my yard. I pretended not to notice him, and his friend whom I thought had walked far off, re-appeared. He resumed his conversation with the driver. Nothing to do with me I guess, so I continued. It wasn't long before the driver came out of the car. He approached me hesitantly. I glanced at him (read I gave him a swift but thorough once-over) and quickly realised he was Nigerian. Don't ask what a Nigerian looks like, it's just a culmination of the approach, the dressing and the smirk. Come on now, you know there are Nigerians that you see and you just know they are Nigerian lol. Well, he was one of those. I cursed my forehead under my breath (Sometimes, I swear there is a sign on my forehead that says 'All need apply').

He came up to me. I sighed. He proceeded with the usual naija way of chirpsing. I sighed some more. He said a pretty woman like me ought not to be washing my car. I cringed. He asked for my name. I responded. He tried to confirm the spelling of my name. He said "Coral, as in See, ho, haru, hay, hel (C-O-R-A-L). I almost cried. He then insisted on helping me wash the car. Being all independent all all that I am. I refused. He tarried, he pleaded. I stared.

Eventually I relented. I have to say he did a good job. He washed the car real good. Then he washed the cloth. He wiped the car down. Then he washed the cloth again. He wiped the interiors down and washed the cloth, again. Then he got some tyre spray from his car, and got my tyres all sprayed up and shiny. All he wanted at the end was my number...