yea yea yea. im like a day overdue gettin this one to u, but i was sortof busy lol. forgive me? but let me drive this to u.
so im in popeyes at like 9:30 at night yesterday. it started cuz im chillin on the floor and my dad looks to c if i had my shoes on cuz we need to take a long drive. obviously i jump, get my shoes, and my wallet and im downstairs. i didnt assume id b gettin out of the car for a long time so i just kept on my cotton shorts and my t-shirt that i sleep in. i didnt lotion up either.
so re-cap, im ashy, poorly dressed, and its late at night.
he decides that we wouldnt get there and baq in time(we’re goin to coney island to get frog legs(nathan’s)). so we go to popeyes, which the company at the house decided would b the alternative. he obviously tells me to go in or else i wouldnt have explained to u the visual condition i am in. not up to my usual par.
so now add the previous to the fact that im in a popeyes, at night, in a ghetto area…..stereotype fit in much?
i wanted to die, cuz i was actually fittin in wit these ppl. but even this isnt the point of the post.
i got a little tired of waitin for my food(they were so crowded wit so many late-night ghetto chicken feens that they were makin food on the spot) that i looked behind in the baq to c who is the reason my food is takin so long. and i heard the cashier in the front say “where’s the order of mild”. wut surprised me was i heard a voice that sounded like it had been through alot in life respond “its comin up”.
i looked baq and i felt a deep sadness. this older women, couldve been my mom’s age had this look of utter tiredness. of deep fatigue. as if she didnt have the energy to go on, but had no choice cuz this job was her livelihood. she reminded me of slavery when there was no way out of the jobs they had.
i was like “aww man”. it made me really happy for the job i had. and fortunate. i have a great boss, the hours i want, great pay, and i do wut i love. now unless this woman enjoys standin in the baq of a hot fast food restaraunt cookin greasy fried chicken all day at the whims of the cashiers, then i dont think she gets to enjoy the luxuries that i do. its just one of those things that make u realize how good u have it.
or in this case, how good i have it.
just sum food for thought i guess.
til next time. stay frosty
p.s. i hope the first part didnt offend anyone…