FIGHT!!

I just read my last post...Damn. I was really going through it.
I've been spending time away from my home computer and spending more time outside, among friends, getting massages, etc...I'm doing much better, gave myself ample time to recover from my cold and I've long lost count of the number of weeks it's been without dick. Thank you all for the much needed advice! You truly showed a chubby girl some love. :-)

I almost got into a fist fight today.

This is highly unusual for me. The last and only fisticuff battle I engaged in was in Jr. High. I was walking by a school bus and a guy spit mucus out the window which landed on my winter jacket. This wasn't just any winter jacket. During this time winter coats that resembled the Cosby kids' jackets were in fashion. We were fresh from winter break and I got one for x-mas.

I told him to get off the bus and wipe the disgusting warm, thick, white lewgie off my jacket. He said, "tough titty" and closed the window. I then walked on the bus, confronted him again and a fight ensued. The only thing I remember were the two guards holding me back and I started kicking him until they grabbed my legs. My father got the call to come pick me up and cursed the prinicipal for suspending me but not the guy (when you win a fight, you get suspended. The loser doesn't, but faces a slew of verbal punishment from school mates). And that's how I was crowned the nickname, Mike Tyson during Jr. High. But I digress....

This afternoon, I arrived to my office after a meeting. There's a beauty shop next door to my building and the owner decided to park her 1999 Hyundai in our loading zone. One of my staff was parking our company truck further down the street. He had medical supplies to unload, which would cause him to trek up and down the street to load/unload.

I walked into the beauty shop and nicely asked if she could move her car up, so he could unload the boxes of supplies.
"Hell, naw. I'm sick of ya'll muthafuckas asking me to move my *&#(@ car. Don't ask me no more." Usually, I'd give an educated,wise-ass response that made them feel stupid for getting an attitude. But the snickers from the heifers in the chairs, made me knock off my professional hat.

"There's no reason for you to get ignorant. I asked you a simple question. If he hits your car with the truck, don't say shit." I slowly turned on my heels and walked out the shop with a trail of, "eeeewwwww, no she di-int!" She then followed me to the front of my office and the verbal battle began. My staff walked out of the building to witness, women with shower caps spilled on to the sidewalk. It was all a blur. All types of ignorant bitches and stupid fucks and ditsy ass bitches were spilling out my mouth.

"You better watch your car. I'll wreck your shit." Yes, ya'll. She targeted Ebony.

"I wish you would. Touch my Benz, bitch!...." I then got in her face and my staff had to hold me back. All that to say, I feel like a complete idiot for letting my staff see me like that and that I stooped to her level. But I didn't know I had it in me! I couldn't believe how fast my neck was rolling and how quick the words were spewing out my mouth. It was a bit of a stress relief. But now my staff saw me crack and that's something I try to avoid being that they're older than me and look for reasons to throw it in my face. For the rest of the day, staff would greet me by saying, "touch my Benz, bitch." Very annoying.

The other thing I wanted to mention was that I saw Dave Chappelle on Monday. He did a four hour (11pm-3am) show at the Punchline. It was kind of sad. But it's late now, so I'll save that for another post.


Soon come...