You’re pretty! But not really.
I’m walking down Lenox this morning when a cute girl in knee-high black suede boots walks past me. Right then, I thought to tell her that perhaps Lenox and 135th wasn’t the place for her to be in that outfit. I mean, she should be able to dress any way she wants but in this neighborhood, you’d better think twice. So, anyway, she gets a few yards ahead of me and an older man near the curb starts in on her with his thick Caribbean accent: “Ooooohh girl, I could see you on the catwalk, y’know?” She smiles (how could she not?) and gives a half wave, not even lifting her arm above her waist. His response to her meager encouragement? “C’mon, let me take you to the beauty shop now. Ya hear me?” He kept yelling this after her for about a block. Now, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t he dissing her looks with the beauty shop offer?? Or maybe it was his willingness to spend money on her that was designed to woo. Either way … wack. Complete #hollahfail. She never looked back again.
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HYSTERICAL! The Caribbean man’s voice in my head sounds like, “Ooooh, gyal! Mekka tek yuh tuh di hairshop fuh dem do yuh do bettah! It wahn look real nice, dahlin’!”
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