Ever encounter someone who takes his or her meaningless job way too seriously? You know, the one who takes things a few steps too far over something that’s really not a big deal…Well, I encountered someone like that yesterday at a fundraiser.
I went to this fundraiser that this organization called The Network was holding in Fredericksburg, VA for a museum in the works. Overall, it was a really nice event, and I had a good time. Lots of family and friends were there, and my mentor is the one who organized the entire event. Basically, the only unfortunate moment in the evening came from an encounter with the lady with the short blonde Sisqo from Dru Hill haircut who was working at the front desk.
I walked over to Miss Sisqo Hair’s area, and she asked me if I was registered. I told her that I am a member, but I have to pay my 2008 dues. Mind you, these dues are $20. So after Miss Sisqo Hair told me where to go in order to get things straight, she kept on looking at me as I talked to the lady working over there. For some reason, she felt the need to be Almighty Guardian of the Dues Money or something, because on three separate occasions, she yelled out “HE HAS TO PAY! HE HAS TO PAY!!!”
Mind you, the lady I was speaking to already knew that I had to pay, and I was actually reaching into my pocket when the yelling started. If Miss Sisqo Hair had been close enough to hear our conversation, she would have known this. Instead, she chose to yell and try to make me look like some kind of cheapskate con artist in front of a bunch of people.
I ended up yelling back ”SHE KNOWS I HAVE TO PAY. WE’VE ESTABLISHED THAT. WE’RE GOOD OVER HERE. THANKS.”
Trust me, that was the NICE version, because what I would have said had my mother not been in the building would have made that event quite memorable for all the wrong reasons. I would have been banned from The Network for making a fuzzy-scalped, blonde black lady cry. The only way I’d be able to join any kind of network is if I switch cell phone carriers to Verizon.
Luckily, I was able to remain cool, calm and collected. That didn’t stop me from making a few jokes at the lady’s expense, though. My cousin T and I laughed about how I said that her hair reminded me of that skit on T.I.’s King album featuring Mike Epps:
“Your head look like a dirty tennis ball”
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The tag has Slavery Museum on it, how close is that to being done? It’ll be one of my stops when I ever make it to the DC/Maryland area to see all those museums and monuments.
@ MissJay, I’m going to have more about the Slavery Museum on here later this week. I’m still waiting on a friend of mine working there to send me the details.
you should really have a video camera follow you around one weekend… you’d get a pilot deal in a minute!! LOL
I laughed so hard I cried. I even had my co-workers listen to it. Thank you for that!
Aww you are wrong for this LOL..but she was loud though for real. I wonder if she is gonna remember us at the next event or will she try to call you out again.
some people be LUNCHiN for no reason young all the time LOL
I think she just liked you and wanted your attention.
I KNOW THAT CHICK! She was at Fatty J’s a week ago late night dancing to “Carribean Queen” all by herself.
She was a mess. She looked like a young Ms. Gerry from Martin
MS GERRY!!!
I am literally grinning from ear to ear right now, laughing at the visual!!!
LMAO!!! I laughed out loud at work. You are always good for brightening up my day Mr Leon…
LMAO @ the young Ms. Gerry comment! She does though.
oh nmy god oh my god. im up here at myu school. and i read this to my homegirl.
i was in tears. still am.
oh my god.
“Your head look like a dirty tennis ball”
oh dear lord.
man man man.