Late meeting at the church house tonight. Decided to have a quick dinner at Popeyes, luv that chicken...when I walk in theres this gentleman hassling the staff. dressed like a gangsta, talking loudly, proclaiming that he is a mystery shopper and he doesnt like the way things are being run, yada, yada, yada...finally the manager comes out tells her employees he aint no mystery shopper and to ignore him...in the meantime I get my dinner and go have a seat...I look up and gangsta man is trying to get into my truck, which I dont take kindly to, so I go to the door and yell out to him, Can I help you? That is my truck. in other words, Dude you and I are about to get down. He comes back into the establishment and gets in my face and says, so, I got one too. To which I says, maybe you need to go get in that truck instead of mine. Sure enough he has a truck very similar to mine. He leaves, goes into his truck and retrieves something and returns to the restaurant. Now Im thinking if this guy pulls a gun, (been there got the scars for that one) or a knife what will I do. So I begin a staring match and let him know with no uncertainty that I am watching and kinda letting him know if he makes any quick moves then Im going to be on him like the white on rice in my red beans and rice. He shuts up, sits down, and I have a peaceful spicy chicken meal. I thought to myself afterwards, did the drs instructions include rolling on the floor with some hood? :)
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:34:02 +0000
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