So I’m in Safeway buying groceries because my refrigerator only had four asparagus spears, a half a container of sour cream, some Jamaican hot sauce and half an onion. (Even I can’t come up with a meal with that.) Walking through the aisles picking up everything because I’m hungry, I come across a father and his son…he’s maaaaybe six, but probably five. Chubby, round-faced, gregarious boy…super smiley.
I gave pops the black solidarity head nod and go on looking for whole chickens, but I hear the kid behind me. And the dad is like, “You see them?” I have no idea what he’s talking about, so I keep it moving. I turn around to look for shrimp and the kid is still looking at me, so I take my headphones off.
Apparently the kid is looking at my Beats and is hella giddy. Talking to the kid, the pops is like, “Yeah, those are the best headphones you can buy!” (They’re so far from the best headphones you can buy and I got them with a huge discount.) So I hand the kid my headphones. He kinda looks at me for a second, then he puts them on. The father thanks me and shakes my hand; I tell him no problem.
Realizing that I’m listening to something that he shouldn’t be, I reach out to take them back, but the kid is ear to ear smiling. (If I owned ovaries, they’d be exploding. I should have asked to take a picture.) Then I tell the kid that he has to be really good and make really good grades to get them ‘cause that’s why my dad bought them for me. He says okay and starts yelling something unintelligible. I wish the folks a good day and go looking for bacon. (These negroes wanted $6 for one pack of bacon. I mean, c’mon bruh!) Later, in the cereal aisle, the father comes over and thanks me again!
Now I’m checking my pockets to make sure I didn’t get got while I wasn’t paying attention (Bed-Stuy living logic), but he was really just grateful that somebody was nice to his kid. Is that where we are now? Strangers were always nice to me when I was a young kid, though I did grow up in a very different place. I just thought that’s what you do; be an asshole to everyone else, but not the kids. Be nice to the babies. I really didn’t do anything special, save let him listen to the end of a old Trick Daddy song that’s he’s gonna eventually repeat and for which he will get the snot knocked out of him. All I really did was earn that kid a future asswhoopin’.
It was a cute kid and a nice father, but just a strange occurrence. I guess you never know how much people will appreciate little graces until you give them.
I really do love my view. I don’t open my windows enough.
Lies number one is best
LIES number 2
what the fuck is going on here?
there WERE no more house party movies after the original.
This is a real discussion?
Nah, I thought the second one was cool.
The second one was acceptable, but the original is by far the best. 3-5 don’t exist in my world.
First (recorded) Nelson Mandela interview, 1961.
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