Humor abounds
Ok, so I hesitate to even share this story via my blog. Not because of its contents, but just because I'm afraid a lot of the humor will be lost in script. For this reason, I'm going to try to stay true to the conversation I had tonight and spell phonetically. If you feel like you haven't quite got the tone of this down, you can ask me to reenact it and I will oblige. Here's what went down...
After leaving work I pulled up to the light at Woodhill waiting to turn left onto New Circle. I had my windows down and "Galvanize" thumping. I pulled up beside what appeared to be a beat up Jeep Cherokee. There were two black ladies in the front seat, and a bunch of kids in the back. They had their windows down as well. The lady in the passenger seat, rockin' a bandana hollers at me. "I'm sorry, my fran cain't drive. We all close to you an' everthing." They indeed were. She was pulled pretty close as we couldn't have opened doors without banging them. I said it wasn't a problem and that I was probably partly at fault as well. I shot her a smile and she did the same. The light turned green.
I began to pick up some speed on New Circle and see the same women pull up beside me, with little eyes peering from the back seat. It went a little something like this. (Mind you, this is while we're doing about 50mph on New Circle)
Bandanaed Black Lady: "Ay! My fran want to know if you got a girlfran. She over herre drivin'"
Me: (Slight smirk) "Nope, I'm single"
BBL: "You like black girls?"
Me: (Shrugs...swerves, but regains control)
BBL: "She wan know if she can have yo phone nummer"
Me: (Moment of hesitation) Sure.
BBL: "You wan pull over and give it to 'er?"
Me: "I'm kinda in a hurry!"
BBL: "Okay...you got a fran?"
Me: "Yeah!"
BBL: "Ok, giver yo nummber."
Me: (Gives her my number)
BBL: "Aight...she gon' call you."
Ya only live once, right?
After leaving work I pulled up to the light at Woodhill waiting to turn left onto New Circle. I had my windows down and "Galvanize" thumping. I pulled up beside what appeared to be a beat up Jeep Cherokee. There were two black ladies in the front seat, and a bunch of kids in the back. They had their windows down as well. The lady in the passenger seat, rockin' a bandana hollers at me. "I'm sorry, my fran cain't drive. We all close to you an' everthing." They indeed were. She was pulled pretty close as we couldn't have opened doors without banging them. I said it wasn't a problem and that I was probably partly at fault as well. I shot her a smile and she did the same. The light turned green.
I began to pick up some speed on New Circle and see the same women pull up beside me, with little eyes peering from the back seat. It went a little something like this. (Mind you, this is while we're doing about 50mph on New Circle)
Bandanaed Black Lady: "Ay! My fran want to know if you got a girlfran. She over herre drivin'"
Me: (Slight smirk) "Nope, I'm single"
BBL: "You like black girls?"
Me: (Shrugs...swerves, but regains control)
BBL: "She wan know if she can have yo phone nummer"
Me: (Moment of hesitation) Sure.
BBL: "You wan pull over and give it to 'er?"
Me: "I'm kinda in a hurry!"
BBL: "Okay...you got a fran?"
Me: "Yeah!"
BBL: "Ok, giver yo nummber."
Me: (Gives her my number)
BBL: "Aight...she gon' call you."
Ya only live once, right?