My "Stuff"
My short walks to the corner stores can be interesting. Yesterday I was feeling I needed a walk and I needed some chips and a coke too. OK, I didn't need the chips and the coke but I did sure want it and after the morning I had I needed something. So, my favorite cheaper corner store is closed for I don't know why I just saw the sign that said he would be closed for 2 weeks. Maybe he is going on vacation or something. But, that forced me to go to the other corner store at the other corner which I try to avoid like the plague. First of all his prices are much higher and second of all, in between the store and that corner are two big apartment buildings which people are always hanging out in front of and then we have the what I call the "old man corner" right before you cross the street to get to the store. There are always old men hanging on that corner drinking out of brown paper bags and talking about each other. I think one of them lives in this house on the corner with his elderly mom. These people are for the most part harmless but I just don't like going that way if I can help it. But, it was unavoidable yesterday.
I get to one of the big apartment buildings. There is a very thin short woman with a golden brown complexion and pants on to match her complexion standing outside with her shoes in her hand. I was not surprised. So, this turned into something out of the Maury show. This man who was a tad taller then her. She was about 5'5 maybe and he was about 5'7. He was holding his jacket and they were arguing. Not loudly though but just loud enough for the average passerby to hear like me. There conversation went something like this:
"You need to go and talk to that woman in apartment 4. Get away from me."
"Aww, baby you are my stuff. You know she is just a friend."
" Friend? You were talking to her all day long."
"Baby, you are my stuff, my stuff, my stuff she ain't my stuff you are my stuff. I like you baby not her."
" I told her that she can have you. Cause you just need to go and leave me alone."
" Baby, baby, I don't want her you are my stuff. This is daddy and you know daddy and you know I ain't going out that way. "
"Please. Just leave me alone and go to your new stuff. I am your old stuff. Don't make me get a restraining order."
"Baby, you don't need that cause you know we getting back together cause you are my stuff baby."
That was basically all I heard on the way going. That whole conversation was like a few minutes. So, on the way coming out of the store with coke and chips and candy in hand. Yes, I decided to I needed candy too. High priced candy that I should have left in the store but I needed chocolate comfort too yesterday. Apparently, "his stuff" took him back because by then they were hugging and he was kissing her on the cheek smiling.
It was sweet in a dysfunctional sort of way. I walked back to my humble abode and made me some lunch. I made a homemade pizza. Now that is my kind of stuff!
I get to one of the big apartment buildings. There is a very thin short woman with a golden brown complexion and pants on to match her complexion standing outside with her shoes in her hand. I was not surprised. So, this turned into something out of the Maury show. This man who was a tad taller then her. She was about 5'5 maybe and he was about 5'7. He was holding his jacket and they were arguing. Not loudly though but just loud enough for the average passerby to hear like me. There conversation went something like this:
"You need to go and talk to that woman in apartment 4. Get away from me."
"Aww, baby you are my stuff. You know she is just a friend."
" Friend? You were talking to her all day long."
"Baby, you are my stuff, my stuff, my stuff she ain't my stuff you are my stuff. I like you baby not her."
" I told her that she can have you. Cause you just need to go and leave me alone."
" Baby, baby, I don't want her you are my stuff. This is daddy and you know daddy and you know I ain't going out that way. "
"Please. Just leave me alone and go to your new stuff. I am your old stuff. Don't make me get a restraining order."
"Baby, you don't need that cause you know we getting back together cause you are my stuff baby."
That was basically all I heard on the way going. That whole conversation was like a few minutes. So, on the way coming out of the store with coke and chips and candy in hand. Yes, I decided to I needed candy too. High priced candy that I should have left in the store but I needed chocolate comfort too yesterday. Apparently, "his stuff" took him back because by then they were hugging and he was kissing her on the cheek smiling.
It was sweet in a dysfunctional sort of way. I walked back to my humble abode and made me some lunch. I made a homemade pizza. Now that is my kind of stuff!
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