could really make a difference. I am not inferring you take him for granted, but display appreciation for your man. He sounds like a good guy,” Ladawn insisted in her seductive tone.
“He is a good guy, and I want to make this work. Thanks for your advice, Ladawn,” she said as her voice faded, and a beat transitioned into the speakers. The words vibrated into my ears, Ladawn could feel my pain through this car because she played every song significant to my emotions.
“I couldn’t fathom I would ever be without your love, Never imagined I’d be sitting here beside myself, Cause I didn’t know you, I didn’t know me, But I thought I knew everything I never felt,” Mariah Carey sung as my eyes filled with angst reflecting on the good moments we share together. What if the bad outweighs the good?
Stubbornness convinced me to maintain a grudge as I acknowledged how nice guys are bolted over when they make a careless mistake, and grudges are held against them forever. When others hurt me, I easily forgive them. They yield my kindness for a weakness, and it is time to put an end to it.
“We belong togetttthhheeerrrrr,” Mariah belted through the speakers, as I switched the station to the oldies but goodies.
I suddenly received a tap on my car window, by an older white cop with gray hair; beer belly hanging over his belt appeared stocking a tight grip on his gun on the side of his love handles. Although I work in the law enforcement field, I dislike cops with a passion for their laziness & advantage of their power.
“Is everything alright in there, sir? I noticed you have been sitting here for over an hour,” the officer said.
“I am about to leave in a few minutes. I had some things on my mind, officer,” I said.
“Well, I’m sure there are other places for that! You are taking up space here, young man,” he scratched his head.
“Okay, I just need to go back in so I can get another pack of cigarettes & I’ll be on my way home.”
“Son, I don’t care what you do. I just don’t want you sitting out here in this parking lot because it will become suspicious,” he said with concern. “Besides I’m about to be offduty, so I thought I would give you a warning.” The burly frame in contrast to his seemingly generous personality threw me for a loop.
“Thanks for reaching out, sir,” I said.
“You have a good night, and stay out of trouble,” he said as he walked away & his silhouette faded.
Before pulling off, I had a sudden urge to get an Arizona ice tea & Grandma cookies. I got out of the car and proceeded inside the gas station. The Arabic cashier stood behind the counter noticeably in desperation to go home, I could only imagine what his life is like back home. Maybe married with two kids, and living in an apartment struggling to maintain working grueling 12-hour shifts.
“Is this the only thing you’re getting,” the cashier asked in his broken English accent.
“Yes sir, I don’t need anything else,” I said.
“That would be $3.89---,” he said.
“Drop everything you have in your hands, and hold your motherfucking hands in the air,” two guys in black ski masks with large caliber shotguns yelled as my mind completely froze. The five years of training in the marines were thrown out of the window.
“Do you think we are fucking playing--- give us everything in that register,” one yelled aiming the gun, as the cashier cried trying to open the register. As the other robber, held his gun against my spine!
“I can’t opun it, it won’t opun,” he cried. “Please do not kill me… I have a family. I have a six month old daughter, and I’d do anything for her,” the cashier said stumbling over the English words he tried to speak.
“Would you die for her,” one of the robbers asked.
“Please dun make me answer---,” he continued to cry as he finally got the register open.
“Answer the FUCKING question--- would you die for her,” the robber asked again.
“Man, just take the money & run,
“He is a good guy, and I want to make this work. Thanks for your advice, Ladawn,” she said as her voice faded, and a beat transitioned into the speakers. The words vibrated into my ears, Ladawn could feel my pain through this car because she played every song significant to my emotions.
“I couldn’t fathom I would ever be without your love, Never imagined I’d be sitting here beside myself, Cause I didn’t know you, I didn’t know me, But I thought I knew everything I never felt,” Mariah Carey sung as my eyes filled with angst reflecting on the good moments we share together. What if the bad outweighs the good?
Stubbornness convinced me to maintain a grudge as I acknowledged how nice guys are bolted over when they make a careless mistake, and grudges are held against them forever. When others hurt me, I easily forgive them. They yield my kindness for a weakness, and it is time to put an end to it.
“We belong togetttthhheeerrrrr,” Mariah belted through the speakers, as I switched the station to the oldies but goodies.
I suddenly received a tap on my car window, by an older white cop with gray hair; beer belly hanging over his belt appeared stocking a tight grip on his gun on the side of his love handles. Although I work in the law enforcement field, I dislike cops with a passion for their laziness & advantage of their power.
“Is everything alright in there, sir? I noticed you have been sitting here for over an hour,” the officer said.
“I am about to leave in a few minutes. I had some things on my mind, officer,” I said.
“Well, I’m sure there are other places for that! You are taking up space here, young man,” he scratched his head.
“Okay, I just need to go back in so I can get another pack of cigarettes & I’ll be on my way home.”
“Son, I don’t care what you do. I just don’t want you sitting out here in this parking lot because it will become suspicious,” he said with concern. “Besides I’m about to be offduty, so I thought I would give you a warning.” The burly frame in contrast to his seemingly generous personality threw me for a loop.
“Thanks for reaching out, sir,” I said.
“You have a good night, and stay out of trouble,” he said as he walked away & his silhouette faded.
Before pulling off, I had a sudden urge to get an Arizona ice tea & Grandma cookies. I got out of the car and proceeded inside the gas station. The Arabic cashier stood behind the counter noticeably in desperation to go home, I could only imagine what his life is like back home. Maybe married with two kids, and living in an apartment struggling to maintain working grueling 12-hour shifts.
“Is this the only thing you’re getting,” the cashier asked in his broken English accent.
“Yes sir, I don’t need anything else,” I said.
“That would be $3.89---,” he said.
“Drop everything you have in your hands, and hold your motherfucking hands in the air,” two guys in black ski masks with large caliber shotguns yelled as my mind completely froze. The five years of training in the marines were thrown out of the window.
“Do you think we are fucking playing--- give us everything in that register,” one yelled aiming the gun, as the cashier cried trying to open the register. As the other robber, held his gun against my spine!
“I can’t opun it, it won’t opun,” he cried. “Please do not kill me… I have a family. I have a six month old daughter, and I’d do anything for her,” the cashier said stumbling over the English words he tried to speak.
“Would you die for her,” one of the robbers asked.
“Please dun make me answer---,” he continued to cry as he finally got the register open.
“Answer the FUCKING question--- would you die for her,” the robber asked again.
“Man, just take the money & run,
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