Giggle again-yes.
Place- New Orleans
One hot day, while packing my boxes for the move to the North, I ordered lunch from Juan's Flying Burrito in New Orleans. I bopped out of the apartment, and went from my fairly stable hood to the unstable hood within my five minute walk. At one point, I could hear the sound of a car following me. When I turned around, I saw three men in the car, and they were just a-smilin', a-flashin' their teeth, and a-wavin'. Yes, it got kinda country...
At first, I started to get nervous thinking, man I have a month left here in old Chopper City, and I've managed not to get robbed or kidnapped in my two years in the murder capital. So now, just as I have made it around the bend, I'm about to get taken out.
I waved back, I mean what else was I going to do. These men obviously were being polite, and if I ignored them, it's like not paying attention to a pit bull when the gate is wide open.
I said hi, because they were right next to me. I dug deep, thought, yes, play nice with the Southern gentlemen. They were in a Lincoln Navi. Impressive. They smelled really good, my weakness. The one in the passenger side started hollerin' at me. So here is the exchange:
Passenger Side Playa: Say Baby, what you doin' outside of the Seventh Ward?
Traslation: What was I doing outside of the neighborhood meant for people of my shade of waffle colored brown.
Me: No, I'm not from the Seventh Ward. I'm from the North.
Passenger Side Playa: Get out. You from the North? Say baby, how much longer are you going to be here?
I think the dimples started making their appearance- they always do when I'm in the company of sweet talking, yummy smelling, big smiling, impressive whip driving Southern gentlemen.
Me: I'm moving next week.
Passenger Side Playa: You don't say. Maybe I can come visit you.
Me: It's kind of far.
Passenger Side Playa: What, you think a brother can't be transcontinental? I can do that.
See, why did I have a feeling that he had been waiting for years to use that word?
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