So today in my Intro to Computers class, Richard was holding the door for a couple of the girls—you know, trying to put on some pisspoor act of being a gentleman. When I approached the door, he looks at me, as if he wanted to intimidate me. Maybe this is a family trait, but I returned the look back at him. Within an instant, he dropped his head and held the door open for me. I simply smiled and walked right on in the computer lab.
Now, I should’ve left well enough alone, but before I could catch myself, I turned back towards him and said, “Yeah, you betta hold that damn door open before I kick your ass again!”
Of course, this caused the classroom to collectively yell out: “Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
It wouldn’t have been so bad if someone didn’t suggest to Richard that he pick up that “punk card.”
Y’all wanna know what’s so bad: His buddies have disowned him. As a matter of fact, they branded him mercilessly, and if you all want my humble opinion, he deserves every bit of it. And there’s a huge part of me that wants to call my dad and have him make that special trip that he’s been chomping at the bit to do. I really would love to see my dad put a hurtin’ on that boy…
Nah, it’s okay—Richard really ain’t worth the ass-kickin’ that I know my dad could give him. I’ll just have my Great Aunt Donna in Memphis come out and sing to him; that’s torture in and of itself… LOL!
And besides, I’ve got more back-up than reverse with my roommate Ruby!
Well, that’s about it for today. Until then, take care and be good.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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