If it ain't human, it's gotta be Sasquatch...

[doodieman]

I work in the mail-room at Frito-Lay Headquarters. Among the people that work with me is a 30-35 year old black man named Perry. He's the man. Sometimes other black people will come in and talk to him. Usually early in the morning while I am sorting the mail for the second floor. Their exchange is generally the most entertaining part of my morning. Here's a (slightly made up) transcript of what took place this morning:

PERRY is sorting his mail. AWESOME BLACK DUDE comes into the mailroom.

ABD: (to Perry)unintelligible greeting, followed by a grunt.

PERRY: (to ABD) Unintelligable greeting, followed by a grunt, and a gut laugh.

ABD: They got me workin' today.

PERRY: Ooooh, where they got you workin'?

ABD: Down in the unintelligable. They be tryin' to play games. No Buster is gonna play their games with me. I grew up in the game!

PERRY: Yeah, you be playing your games. Your games never end.
(Perry ooohs and then gut laughs and then oooohs again)

ABD starts dancing to the radio.

ABD: (to me) Did you know that move? That's a hollywood move.

PERRY: Maan, they got you on the security cameras acting all crazy.

ABD: What?

PERRY: You be on the cameras acting all crazy.

ABD: I be acting all unitelligable, grunt, laugh.

PERRY: Boy, get the fuck out of here. grunt, laugh, the end.