Paper (3) Ginger

Y'all ain't gon believe this! Y'all ain't! So I was on one of my adventures again yesterday lookin' for some good finds. Y'all know a bitch be scavengerin' these streets for some comeups to sell right? I told you purses is my shit but a bitch take what a bitch get. Anyway, I pulled into the Ralphs in Culver City in that shopping center on Venice 'cause I had to boo boo so bad and I was like, God, please don't let a bitch boo boo on herself! Why it was hella cars in that lot so I had to park over by that Tuesday Morning and guess what? Why they was straight havin' a everything must go sale? So I was like, bet. Imma go up in Ralphs right quick and then hit them up when I come out.

I'm almost in the store and this white dude come up to me and I know he finna ask me for some money and sure enough he do. He was like, do I got some money for him and his sisters nim 'cause they just got evicted and they was tryina get back to Texas and his sister baby ain't got no food and do I wanna come to the van to meet them and I was like, "Dude, I'm so sorry but I ain't got no cash but I feel you. Do you got cash app though 'cause I can slide you somethin' that way?" He steady walkin' wit' me and say he ain't got cash app and ain't got no phone neither but could I please go to the ATM in the store. I was like, bet. He still talkin' though. Talkin' 'bout did I hear about that police officer killin' that Black dude and how bad it is in the streets and if he had some money and somebody came up to him and needed it then he would gon give them like a hundred dollars. So we get to the door but he can't come in 'cause he ain't have no mask. I'm thinkin', you ain't gotta tell me how bad it is in the streets and can't tell me nothin' about white cops and Black people. Like this shit new. White mothafuckas always go a step too far when they tryina bond with Black people. Plus, where he fucked up was was tryina guilt me into givin' him and his pretend ass sisters a c note.

Anyway, I get to the bathroom then look around for the green drinks and a little snack or somethin'. Can't find the green drinks nowhere. I see this worker stockin' chips or somethin' so I ask him where the drinks at. Why he turn to me like I just shot his dog talkin' 'bout, "I wouldn't know that! I don't work here!" Ok muthafucka, damn! So I find them shits on my own and get in line. I see the white boy still at the door so I get cash back, walk out and hand him a dub. Why he look at it then look back at me like he mad it ain't more? He better be lucky I ain't take it back. Like a bitch phone bill ain't due. That's why I don't fuck with Culver City. Even the white homeless people on some shit.

I remember Tuesday Morning and they sale though so I'm cool again. I'm walkin' kinda fast hoping they got some good stuff. I'm going up and down and the sale is hella good and the stuff is bomb. If I was you I would go up in there quick because them shelves is finna all be bare. Anyway, I'm lookin' and lookin' and I see this mud cloth and I was like, ok Tuesday Morning I see you! So I put it in my cart and keep lookin'. Nigga! I don't know what the fuck I ate that got me havinta go to the bathroom so bad and so many times but why alla sudden I gotta boo boo again? So I'm standin' still squeezin' my booty cheeks together starin' all hard at the shot glasses like I'm thinkin' about buyin' one. Like I give a damn about a shot glass. About thirty seconds go by and I'm cool to walk again. Why I turn the corner and over there by the suitcases and the toys it's like a ganga cotton! Like straight up cotton on the branches. I'm thinkin' thata be dope on my dresser but then I'm thinkin', you know what...nope. A bitch is not finna give Tuesday Morning $6.99 for some cotton my ancestors picked. Nope. Nope. Then I'm like, they got some good stuff but I'm cool with the mud cloth and walk to the line.

Ok now you finna trip! Guess who was in line with a bitch at Tuesday Morning? Andre Braugher! That actor from...from...damn, from all them lil movies. A bitch straight had a crush on him! We all in these hot ass masks but I still knew it was him. I was like, damn! He still fine too. I mean, we all older and fatter and that's cool. So I look around to see what white woman he with and bam. No. White. Bitches. So I pull out my phone to see if I see him on Instagram and there he is. It's mostly pictures of him on show sets. Ok I see you, Andre, keepin' it business and that only mean one thing right. He gotta a white bitch on the low so I Google him 'cause Google give a fuck. Theya tell it. I look up and he like eleventh in line and I'm like fifteenth and that's like a lowkey sign 'cause four my favorite number. I pull him up and he married so I click on her name, Ami somebody, and she a sista. I was like, heeey! So right then I decide a bitch not gon shoot her shot on a sista man. But I'm on my Rakim right now thinkin' of a master plan on how I'm gon at least get some kinda convo or somethin'. And of course now the line tryina move fast. But look at God! The people between me and him was together and one of 'em had like a coughin' spell and these ain't the times to be coughin' in public. Why she didn't step out of line by herself I don't know but all three of 'em was like, fuck it, we a just go. Bet. So I move up and he turn to me and say, "I hope she's alright." I was like, "I know, me too." But really, that bitch was good. Then I twist my neck a little and say, "Wait, are you...Andre um..." Like I can't remember his name. A bitch is not tryina look thirsty. "Braugher. Yes, it's me." We both got on masks but you know how you can tell in somebody face that they be smilin'? Then I tell him I like his work and then we talk about how hot it is and he like my mud cloth and I like his bowls. By now the cashier callin' him and the next one callin' me. He finish first and say it was nice to meet me but he didn't get my name and I was like whaaaat and I tell him. Then just like that we out the store.

It didn't end in no love connection or nothin' like that but that was cool though right? Lil celebrity sighting in line and shit. I was like, ok God I see you. Maybe it was a sign. Sign about what I don't know. But somethin'. Hell I a take somethin'. I take anything good right now.