Susan S.
Yelp
Me:
* today after scoring a parking spot very close to Art's Jamaican Market*:
"Yes!!!! Patties here we come!"
Concerned Teen Daughter (CTD) getting out of car: "Mom, we might want to walk the other way..."
Me: "What? Oh crud, there's the meter person a half a block up so we gotta' buy a parking ticket at that machine over there."
CTD: "Um, Mom, there's a guy over there taking a piss practically in front of the store and Wild Child probably shouldn't see it...ya' know...."
Me: *preoccupied with paying the parking ticket machine*
" What? Who cares?"
CTD: But, um, Mom...
...
...
Me: *waiting for parking receipt*:
" Oh come on! You know this is the neighborhood you grew up in until second grade. Don't go all scared "Smallamedan" on me, m'kay? It's pretty upscale these days compared to when we lived here!
CTD: "Um, but seriously, Mom!"
Me: ...
...
*finally turns around to see Rude Dude (RD) taking a blatant exposed whiz against the wall of the store next to Art's Market*
"SACREBLEU, MF!"
RD tries to hit up a passerby for money before us without any luck.
AND as we pass RD...
RD: "EXCUSE ME BUT....."
Me: *gives stink-eye and thousand-yard mom stare to RD*
"Yeah, S'cuse YOU!!!"
Moral of the story: don't you ever take a piss like that anywhere near Art's or try to block my determined path towards buying some of the yummiest Jamaican Beef and Chicken Patties, not to mention tasty Ginger Beer around!
Just 'cuz Art is retired and possibly back in Jamaica for good doesn't mean I'm gonna' let old 'hood traditions go away. Let's hope MINTO can keep those sacred neighborhood traditions up.
Respect!