Just a normal Target run...

I go to this questionable Target because it's close to my apartment and the Interstate to get there isn't torn into pieces like the luxury Target shopping center north of me. I never leave the questionable Target or adjacent questionable grocery store without a story.

Location: Walking toward the cleaning supplies

Large man with dreds and shades: "Heeeeey there girl. You've got yourself some sexy legs."

Me: "Um, thanks"

Man: "Can you stop and talk to me for a minute. ... Too busy?"

Me: "Yeah, sorry."


Location: Checkout registers

Man: "Sure you don't want this number?" (pointing to his cell phone)

Me: "Yep, sure."

Man: "Come on. I want to give you some nigga love. I'll take care of you."

Funny how life works...

Amazing how life can go from this:


and this:


and this:



to this:

in less than 8 hours.