So, okay...After a weekend of being on strike, yesterday Supa was forced to accept the fact that it was time to hit the store and replenish the Supa Pad: You know, restock them fruits and veggies and snacks and eats and drinks and shit.
Please note: Historically, grocery shopping has never been one of Supa's favorite tasks. Simply because (historically speaking) the act of trying to navigate some busted-out shopping cart in high heels after a long-ass day at work while simultaneously trying to keep your spawn from asking too many questions and/or pulling every damn thing off the shelf while you're trying to locate those damn coupons you spent all Sunday afternoon clipping - well, let's just say it wasn't a good look for me. Least I didn't think.
But hey - kids grow up, and in time you can thankfully leave their asses at home while you handle the grocery store business. So after fighting traffic from downtown LA yesterday eve, the original plan of driving back across to the otha side of town to Whole Paycheck was scrapped. Supa settled in on your local, average, over-priced, mediocre grocery store haunt. And by this time, all Supa wanted to do was get in and get out. More specifically: she wanted a case of Hansen's!!
So like, how does the Downey ball know precisely when to open up and release the fabric softener during the wash cycle?....Is the shit computerized or somethin??.. Is D'Angelo still fat? Cause damn he usta be foine....Wonder what went down on the Sopranos last night....Did I pay the damn electric bill?....Is Maxwell ever going to drop another CD?...Did Kool Moe Dee really win the battle against LL Cool J? I want some new wedgies....Who shot Suge?
Strange Jamaican Cat I've Never Seen Before In My Life: Oooweeee!! Me felt dis powerful vibration coming towards me, and I couldn't move! And pah! It is you!
Little Man: Yes, ma'am.
Supa: Where are your friends? (I was just testin him...just in case he had a lil' crew lying in wait, tynta run up on my groceries or my car keys somethin..Some of these lil mofos is crazy, ya'll.)
Little Man: I don't know where they are. I'm just out here working by myself.
Supa: Well I appreciate your lil' enterprise you've got going. You approached me in a respectful fashion...you work fast...you didn't throw the bottled water on top of the bread..you doin' good work.
Little Man: Thank you.
Supa: So, what your grades lookin' like?
LM: Ai'ight. Cool...
Supa: Good. Because I can already tell you have a brilliant mind, and there's no excuse for you not to use it. You hear? I'm not gonna tell you that just because you're a young black man, that you're a victim and everything is all bad. You have control over your life, and anything you want to do with it. The people who love you want to see you achieve. Understand?
LM: Yes, ma'am... (probably thinking, "lady stfu w/all the lecturing and just gimme some doe")
Supa: Okay. Here's a dub for you, lil' man. Save some, spend some, you hear?
LM: Thank you! Okay! Thank you!
Awwww!!!! How cute was that? Anyway. Got home, RR#1 did his job by bringing in and putting away the groceries, while I quietly gathered my Vitamin Waters, Sparkletts Lime Flavored sparkling water, snack chips, nuts, etc, and stashed them all the fucking way in the back of my damn closet.
Spare me the, suggestions, Blogger Fam. I'm on the edge with the food drama right about now...(spent $160 bucks, let's see if it lasts a week)