psst...aye, shawty re(d), lemme holla
Can you guess what I am blogging about today? Hope so, but if not, I will tell you. I am soooo (yes, like Becky, Oh my god) tired of brutha's trying to holla at sista's like that. I am frustrated by the fact that it works, hence my intentional boogie-ness (I know that's probably not how to spell that, but I also don't know the right way...LOL) in the previous sentence. I was originally going to post about this old guy who came into my job today and spent like 30 minutes trying to decide which product was cheaper by doing the math in his head. Not only, that he was this old Jewish looking guy with the worst comb-forward-pony-tail on the front of his head ever. Not to disrespect my elders or the elderly, but this guy was too much. I got a laugh out of watching him try to figure which product was cheaper by dividing cost by pounds Then trying to break it down even further to compare his figures with the cost per ounce listed on the price tag, as if the price tag was lying to force him to make a bad purchase and spend more money.So back to my current post, I was driving to my mothers house the other morning, which is way in the middle of the North freaking nowhere Georgia mountains, when a semi-truck honked at me. I was rolling with the top down as it was a beautiful sunny morning. I glance back to see if I had done something wrong, gotten in their way, or left my gas tank door open or something to that effect. The two guys start waving like a bunch of crazies. I shrug and proceed on my way. A few miles later we are in traffic and they catch up to me and start honking and waving again. This time they are beside me and being really persistent. I think to myself, maybe they know me from somewhere. So I glance over again to see if I recognize them, and I have no freaking clue who these two are. Then I speed up so as not to be bothered anymore. Further down the road they catch up to me again. At this point I am cursing Atl traffic worse than any sailor I ever heard of. Not just because of these guys, the were not so bothersome, but for the simple fact that I was heading away from downtown Atl at 7:30 am, and I was stuck in traffic. AGGHHH. And they wonder why we develop road rage!! Sorry, back to the story, I get stuck right beside these guys with nowhere to go. The top is down so it is not like I can roll the window up and not hear them. The radio sucks so if I turn it up all u hear is the static from the speakers (I was listening to a CD, that is just how bad my speakers are, taking donations...LOL...naw, for real). I look over, since the guy on the passenger side is yelling loud enough for all to hear, and he says,"Aye, shawty re(d), lemme holla!" Notice the d is in parenthesis, that is because it was silent.
I realize that this is not an uncommon occurrence. I hear it and see it all the time. I am sick of it though. At one time I may have, ok, I have responded-but that is all-to such. But I am tired of that mess. What is wrong with, "excuse me," ,"what's your name," or just plain old, simple, everyday, "hello"? I actually respond to that kind of thing. Even if I am not interested in the brutha, I will say hello. That other mess, I turn and walk away.
So, brutha's out there, take note, and pass this along to those who may not know. If you are just looking for that hood rat or just trying to hit and run, then keep it up. If you are looking for a good woman, or at least one a woman with class (since class does not necessitate goodness), try some new and improved approaches
posted by Faith Anew @ 2:07 AM
