The Laundromat....

If you missed "Who's Right? Who's Wrong? You may want to read that before proceeding. This is the dialouge for the following story....

I carried two 40 pound bags of dirty clothes into the “laundroteria” (**lol**) while Kaeven grabbed the detergent, fabric softener and bleach. I dumped my bags into a basket and proceeded to the top load $1.50 washing machines for my whites (mostly Kaeven’s whites). I arrive at the washers and notice that all of the washers are taken or out of order except one.

The one that this goofy-looking, acne-faced, Latina chic is standing in front of, the one that she sat there opening and closing the lid, as though she never seen a washing machine. So I stood there with my clothes, with my attitude, [when I’m on my business (cooking, cleaning, laundry) I have this stank ass demeanor], with a look on my face, like, “Bitch, hurry up and finish examining the damn washer like you a Crime Scene Investigaor and let me handle my business. Move Bitch…” She then spoke. I spoke. She spoke. I didn’t budge. I wanted to tell the chic, “Bitch you on bullshit”, instead of asking the bitch where her clothes were…

However, I remembered.

I am not alone.

I am a mother and my son is here…

That’s when my passive aggressive, sarcastic tactics came into play.

I wasn’t finna sit there and let this bitch go all the way over there and get her clothes and come back when I’m standing here.

Ready, prepared, and on a mission, literally.

I had to hit the Southside before traffic hit.

"I needed to talk to Samson…”*lol*

I wasn’t leaving without a fight, while trying my best to avoid a fight.

So I just stopped talking and looked the bitch like she was silly…waiting for her to tear her muthafuckin ass.

I have this blink I do to people that really pisses people off, while they get all emotionally charged. I sit calmly, blinking, with this look on my face that says, “OK, shut yo dumb ass up… I’m not trying to hear that bullshit…”

If she was clever about it, she would’ve inserted her card into the machine, start the cycle, and go get her clothes. Straight off GP, I would have had to respect her property because now the machine was in use.

I really wanted to push the bitch out the way and get my laundry on…

She then went on about her business catching my eye to flash her ice grill. I laughed in her face. Then once I placed my whites into the dryer, I went up to her with this sarcastic smile and said, “My clothes are done, you can use the washer now…”

“That’s nice”, she said.

I started laughing once again…she could see my body shaking from me laughing.

After slightly taunting her, then I kept a eye on the bitch.

I was in the Puerto Rican part of town, I was the minority, you know them marks stick together.

Blade?

CHECK.

This bitch finished her laundry, went to the car and changed clothes. She then came back into the Laundromat.

At first, she wore

some thick heeled sandals,

with some cute little linen Capri pants,( I even gave the bitch a compliment, in my head though)

with a nice linen blouse(another compliment).

She changed into

some boguish shorts

and an old T-shirt,

but with the same sandals...

I had on

my blue zip up hoodie,

my White Sox shirt made from jersey material,

some dark blue jeans,

and my boguish White/Gray Nike Air Max(Gray cause the leather wore off… and so did the Nike Air Max sign…Now they just say my name Nika(Yazmar are you satisfied?)…*lol* I’m so silly, compliments of Mike Epps…),

with my hair in cornrows.

Yea, I looked so hood and grimy..but my ass was washed and my clothes were Downy fresh…*lol* (I love fresh linens). I always dress like the common folk, when I’m on business, ripping and running, but when I’m making a grand appearance that’s a different story…

I was like, “She is really mad”….*lol*

She then went back to her car, as she spat on her cellphone…and drove away…