Colorful Conversations!
If I didn't know it before I sure know it now. I now know for sure that I live in a very colorful neighborhood that has a lot of different people from all walks of life and they have some interesting conversations. Not, that I intentionally listen to these conversations but when you are outside and they are talking to the top of their lungs it is almost like they want you to hear or just don't care.
Yesterday I was taking one of my trips to the corner store that I don't like going to but this time I did need some milk and my nephew took the car to work so I didn't have a choice unless I was going to walk further away and carry a heavy milk jug which I wasn't in the mood or had the inclination to do. So, corner store it was. So, I am walking and about half way there I see the men. The old men on the corner, the old men who talk loud and always have something to drink in hand with brown paper bags covering the cans or bottles. I started to cross the street but on the other side of the street was not any better. So, I took a deep breath and moved forward dreading the walk past them. I got a little closer and I noticed that they weren't drinking today they were smoking. Let's just say they were still celebrating 420 day like 2 days later. I held my breath as I got near and picked up the pace with my walking. I was thinking why does the store have to be so close to their corner.
So, as I got nearer I heard one of the old men, his name happened to be Fred like my uncle's name, so he is out there looking at me and when he is sure I am harmless he continues his conversation with his friends, two other old men in their 60's and one younger one who looked to be in his late 50's. So, Fred's conversation went something like this:
"Man he don't need to talk to me like that. I am not a child. I have a son. He don't need to tell me not to talk to that woman I can talk to her and I can even do her if I want to. Man he needs to shut the (bleep) up. I can (bleep) her if I want to. I can (bleep) her all day long."
Fred's friend: " Man I hate that (bleep) Hell, I talk to her too and I know man, I know man."
Fred: "Wait partner, you talked to her too? What the (Bleep) Man that woman told me that I was the only one in the hood she talks to."
Fred's friend number two: "Man that is bull I talked to her the other day. How you gonna say that you are the only one she talks to? Man you full of it. Man dam. You full of it, Fred."
I entered the store as they were still shouting about the woman and whatever else and got my milk and a couple of other things. And $9.50 later I was back walking home. This time I crossed the street since nobody was on the other side. Of course, that didn't stop me from hearing more of the conversation because if you were in another country you could hear them.
Fred: "That's messed up man. But, he don't need to be talking to me like that you hear?"
Friend number whoever: " (Bleep) man pass the stuff my way. You hogging and talking (bleep)"
I picked up my pace and put enough distance between me and them so I could only hear the occassional cuss words they were saying back and forth and then I couldn't hear anything after a few more steps. I was glad. I was also glad I had gone without my son.
So, I think that when the other store at the other corner opens back up again, the one I like, I might have to do the happy dance and tell him please, pretty please don't close again anytime soon.LOL
Yesterday I was taking one of my trips to the corner store that I don't like going to but this time I did need some milk and my nephew took the car to work so I didn't have a choice unless I was going to walk further away and carry a heavy milk jug which I wasn't in the mood or had the inclination to do. So, corner store it was. So, I am walking and about half way there I see the men. The old men on the corner, the old men who talk loud and always have something to drink in hand with brown paper bags covering the cans or bottles. I started to cross the street but on the other side of the street was not any better. So, I took a deep breath and moved forward dreading the walk past them. I got a little closer and I noticed that they weren't drinking today they were smoking. Let's just say they were still celebrating 420 day like 2 days later. I held my breath as I got near and picked up the pace with my walking. I was thinking why does the store have to be so close to their corner.
So, as I got nearer I heard one of the old men, his name happened to be Fred like my uncle's name, so he is out there looking at me and when he is sure I am harmless he continues his conversation with his friends, two other old men in their 60's and one younger one who looked to be in his late 50's. So, Fred's conversation went something like this:
"Man he don't need to talk to me like that. I am not a child. I have a son. He don't need to tell me not to talk to that woman I can talk to her and I can even do her if I want to. Man he needs to shut the (bleep) up. I can (bleep) her if I want to. I can (bleep) her all day long."
Fred's friend: " Man I hate that (bleep) Hell, I talk to her too and I know man, I know man."
Fred: "Wait partner, you talked to her too? What the (Bleep) Man that woman told me that I was the only one in the hood she talks to."
Fred's friend number two: "Man that is bull I talked to her the other day. How you gonna say that you are the only one she talks to? Man you full of it. Man dam. You full of it, Fred."
I entered the store as they were still shouting about the woman and whatever else and got my milk and a couple of other things. And $9.50 later I was back walking home. This time I crossed the street since nobody was on the other side. Of course, that didn't stop me from hearing more of the conversation because if you were in another country you could hear them.
Fred: "That's messed up man. But, he don't need to be talking to me like that you hear?"
Friend number whoever: " (Bleep) man pass the stuff my way. You hogging and talking (bleep)"
I picked up my pace and put enough distance between me and them so I could only hear the occassional cuss words they were saying back and forth and then I couldn't hear anything after a few more steps. I was glad. I was also glad I had gone without my son.
So, I think that when the other store at the other corner opens back up again, the one I like, I might have to do the happy dance and tell him please, pretty please don't close again anytime soon.LOL
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