Brandelyn: Lyrical Contradiction

                As you all know, my car got totaled in an accident a few months ago and I have been on the bus ever since.  The bus has been cool, I’m used to it again, but I have discovered a new problem that comes with my public transportation travels. I have to do a lot of walking now as the bus stops are easily half a mile from my house and it seems like every time I start walking somewhere, someone crazy shows up. When I get to work, there is a woman who is obsessed with the fact that I look like Jill Scott. Okay, yes we favor each other, but it is nothing to get all excited about. So I pass by her, say good morning and she starts yelling and screaming (literally) about how much I look like Jill. Next thing I know there are5 dudes on the corner with her, waiting for me with actual cameras trying to take pictures of me so they can pretend that they met Jill Scott. It actually got so scary that I have to come to work late just to avoid the madness.

                Then there is this guy who works at a business that I tend to frequent, no names here because he probably reads my blog, and I hadn’t seen him in a while because I have been so busy. So as I am waiting for the bus, he shows up out of nowhere questioning me on where I’ve been. We crack a few jokes and he asks for my number so he can keep me posted on upcoming events. I give it to him and in the last 3 days he has called me 38 times. And no those are not my wonderful exaggerating skills, that is no joke. I finally had to change his tone to silent and screen him constantly just to get some peace. Three days!!!

                Today, it was exceptionally hot and of course I was stuck carrying my huge coat since it was most certainly not hot this morning. So I stop by Trader Joe’s to get some things for dinner and as I am walking home with my huge bag carrying my laptop and life, my groceries and coat, this man appears out of nowhere and starts following me. The reason I know he is following me is because I stopped walking in an attempt to get him to walk ahead of me and when I stopped, he stopped. When I started walking he started walking. As he walked behind me I could hear him grunting and making comments about my butt and there was nothing I could do about it since my hands were absolutely full. He followed me all the way to my house, and since I had already walked half a mile and was virtually drenched in sweat, homeboy was just going to have to know which building I lived in because I was not taking another step.

                Now that it’s getting dark at 2:15, I have decided to put about 100 dollars a month aside and just start taking cabs. It’s getting real dangerous in these streets and with all these strange folks trying to wile’ out, I am not the one to become a statistic. Y’all just pray for me! LOL! And let me also add that this is the first time I haven’t had any actual drama ON the bus. Go figure!

Peace Y’all!
B