I was planning on coming home and writing about the Russian build-up in Venezuela and starting a formal discussion because I have no muse to write poetry at this juncture in time….yet, after my day I thought that I would release my energy here
****DISCLAMER****
Boxy was told about this day through text and he said it was bizarre….I would like to point out that he was walking in Little Saigon, with an English chic, carrying a cake shaped like a cock….
So you decide!
This day started off like any other day. I woke up got the kid off to school, napped for a few beautiful hours, got up…did some chatting and went off to work in Garden City (ghetto). Garden City is much like Greenland. I think it was named that to bring people to the area. However, like Greenland it is an industrial wasteland with horrific smells and lots of riff raff. (actual;ly Greenland is a melting ice wasteland)
Every time I work, there is a group of kids that come from an alternative school that have to catch a bus in front of our store back into the city of Savannah. They are in this school because they have been kicked out of other public institutions due to seedy behaviors. They are born to cracked out mothers and no fathers. I understand them. I have worked in the school system with kids like them.
They are a nuisance. I believe they know how to act but refuse to do so. They are used to getting free water cups and stealing sodas and loitering. So when I came to this store I decided to put an end to it. I am running a business not a hangout for the socially unacceptable.
Needless to say I have not been well accepted. However, I have support from my general manager and several higher ups.
So today at 2:30 I did my general running out of the kids. The details are futile here, other than to say I had to set up a deal with the local police to be there and ensure safe and comfortable business practices.
There are other ghetto-ites that frequent the store to hang out and converse with employees. Since I run one group out I have to make them all leave.
This did not go over well with this guy named Keon. (what a name). He is a skinny African American who dresses in black (not cool like Johnny Cash) and has the largest afro I have ever seen. I told him he had to leave the store. At which point he decided to become hostile and mouthy. WHATEVER. But he refused to leave or except my authority in the situation.
WHAT DOES HE DO? Calles me a fucking stupid bitch (his words). Now a bitch I may be…but I am not stupid. So again I ask him to leave and that I would call the cops, who were already on the way for the other problem children.
He leaves, but decides to return. I said you have to leave the property you are banned. He says, "I know", and I said leave. He says why are you still talking to me? What the fuck? I am talking to you because you are on the property. So upon instructions from the officers I call 911. This guy sits on the sidewalk and stares at me, then rides his bike through the parking lot several times. An antagonizer. ASSHOLE!
The cops arrive 40 minutes later and their main concern is jurisdiction. They say if he comes back call them and they will catch him….SURE!
So I am in the ghetto selling roastbeast and worrying about a drive by. Did I leave the school system for this?
It was nice of the officers to show back up when I left to make sure I didn't get shot. I came home, took a drink or two and popped in the Big Lebowski…
As Walter would say: "You are out of your element"
annoyed
