THE OBSERVATION BOOTH
OP / ED & PHOTO CREDITS ANDREA DIALECT
A penny earned is a penny spent when ya try to make that dolla outta fifteen cents!
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LIFE STYLIN
Truth be told… Yep, I gotta tell it—so call me whateva you like. Welcome to one of my latest topic headers: Tattletale.
I come across so many interesting and ghastly things out there that surely can be of benefit to us all. So for all you grown folk who dare absorb such spilled tea, let me tell ya—I would love to start getting more feedback from you guys. I tell you what I think… now you ought to tell me something lol.
Enough said. Let’s get into it. Last week sometime, while doing my usual bending time while running around until down to the last available moments spent, I decided to go to Aldi’s. There, I have created my own parking area for Big Yeller—way over there to the far right, a clear distance from the delivery dock.
Which means I have a bit of a trek to get to the store’s front door. As I’m walking alongside, there’s a gentleman and his “significant” other unloading their groceries. They’re down to the last bag as she soon enters the car. (driver seat, doors still open)
He’s opted for grocery cart duties. So I decided to ask—since I was headed that way—if he wanted me to take the cart for him. And oh boy… “No ma’am,” he stammered. “Why would I want you to do that? I want to get my quarter!”
He went on and on about how bad things are—financially in the world and his world and yada yada yada. Let’s just say that my boy fought tooth and nail for the life of lack and poverty. I told him that if he were to switch up the narrative, he’d make one heck of an advocate. And we sure could use more of that.
Wifey and I look at each other as smirking, because I’m up to my usual antics. She’s bowed over and almost in tears now—especially when I donned her hubby Quarter Man, assuring me that stingy and tight was his modus operandi (M.O.).
We had a blast going back and forth as he pushed that cart to get that quarter. (Mind you he refused the dollar I was hoping to donate.) That banter didn’t stop until he retrieved that 25 cents and I skedaddled into that front door.
I run in and run out after getting my beloved pumpkin seeds, those 3 bags of kale, and that large tub of Greek yogurt.
Now, I’m en route to pay my Verizon bill. I park in my designated parking area that’s always available because of that yellow line. You really get to play the “get out of jail card” when yellow buses are parked beside yellow lines and wording like “NO”—and those other letters I can’t quite make out—are painted across from schools.
I step out of ol’ Yeller like I’m in the VIP section, snickering amongst myself in my usual cheery mood. As I’m walking up to my destination, there—sitting on one of those bright orange dividers—is this Brutha. (We had to be from the same tribe.)
Bruh had a few scratch-offs in hand while intensively counting his cash. So I said and I repeat:
“Hey you! I’m hungry.”
And he says nothing but no lie—just as quick as a wink—he started counting those singles out. He was on about seven, eight easy.
And then I tell em: “! You don’t even know if I’m hungry or not—you never looked up!”
His response was so profound: “You hungry right? If you hungry—I don’t need to look up.” That’s when he looked up.
At that moment, we got into the back and forth banter and that when I donned him Mr. Flow. He loved that! I’d do my usual bow—as I did when I cross paths with such kings. When I came out he was still there counting his money which seemingly was on repeat. We said that final goodbye as I headed over to that no-parking zone. What a beautiful soul!
Every man is our teacher. Every encounter—everything and anything—can and should be utilized as our help.
In some ways, I am certain that we all can be either of these two bruthas.
Admittedly, in many respects—I too can be Quarter Man. Everything’s not monetary, you know. That’s what I’d been told when opting to roll with Mr. Flow. As being reprimanded by that stern voice— The God factor!
I appreciated those encounters and marveled at them both as I rushed along on borrowed time—a bit behind schedule again, but worth it all. Which of the two archetypes do you most identify with? Even if it’s private back and forth banter need be i—… Do tell.
Puzzle clue:
Both were tryin’ to make a dolla.
One with the scratch-off…
The other?
While removing it from that basket.
DID YOU KNOW….
Synonyms for the word: Tattletale
- tattler
- talebearer
- rumormonger
- newsmonger
- gossip
- telltale
- busybody
- informer
- betrayer
- troublemaker
- scandalmonger
- blabbermouth
- snitch
- squealer
- fink
- rat
- stool pigeon
- stoolie
- ratfink
- sneak
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