I think my sister and I are blighted in some way. Lol. I mean we seem to attract the weirdest people, at the weirdest places, at the weirdest times. Here I was minding my own business in the grocery store. I stopped precariously in the aisle with my cart not really pushed to the side. No one else was in the aisle, so I ruled it. While I am there trying to decide which macaroni to take up, I see coming round the bend a cart, and two Jamaican men attached to the end in conversation. How do I know they are? Instincts. Being that I am soooo full of manners I move my cart to the side and step back. Ah, the cart continues in my direction. I step futher back. I can fell my bum touching the pasta sauce. The cart CONTINUES in my direction. Bram!!! I'm hit by cart!!
Me: Wuh de arse! You ent seeing or wuh?
Man: *smile*
Me: *skin up face* Ent you have to be blasted crazy? I make space for yuh to pass and I still get hit.
Man: Oh gosh I wanted the cart to hit yuh!
Me: You ent serious nah. *Friend watching me to see if I'm going to take the pasta sauce and buss he face*
Man: And yuh trini? Buss a soca wine for me nah!!
Me: What?
Man: Buss a wine for me!
Me: *Laughter* You have to be BLASTED mad.
Man: Oh rass. Yuh hair pretty! Yuh have a ring? Girls does lie. Use ring to run off men yunno. Leh me see you lie ring.
By this time I am highly amused. His friend seems more relaxed, no longer worried that I am going to attack. Mr slim pants, tight black shirt and white shoes proceeds to write his number on a paper and slips it into my hand.
Man: If you don't call it will be your loss!!
Me: *Silence* (Something rare)
*Dumps paper in cart. I can't deal with anymore Jamaicans in my life nah!!*
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