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Saturday, September 26, 2009

The Salad -- The Boiling Egg

I was scheduled for a 10 hour shift. The boss wanted me to come in early to work a 14.5 hour shift to help out the team. I was 15 minutes late. The boss wasn't too happy with me. I thought she should have let that one slide, since I'm on time on a regular basis, and, I did arrive 4.25 hours earlier than my regular shift, to help out the team.

Then I got in trouble for being on time.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Crime Scene: The Ghetto Guessing Game

"Ya gots a quarta?" the intruder asked on demand.
"Whaat?" I answered in confusion and tried to speak the bro language as he stood me on the bed like a paper doll.

I don't get ghetto talk.

"You knows, a quarta?"
We went back and forth with "whaat?" and "quarta?" a few times.

I wondered if he was asking for a quarter so he could use the pay phone to tell his Mama he was running late cause he got with a white girl--against her will of course.

Wouldn't he just ask for money or a purse or wallet instead of being so specific as to ask for a quarter?

I don't know the reasons why he would ask for a quarter instead of bigger bucks.

Well a quarter is bigger than a dime and, he did ask for the biggest of the common coins, I reasoned with his strange ghetto talk request. But, I am also having a conversation with a street punk idiotic rapist. Does he even know the difference?

Sure I have a quarter.

"Knows, a quarda," he spoke louder.
I guessed again, but with a louder response, "A camcorder?" as I shrugged my shoulders.
"Yeas, a corda."
I finally got it right. What a relief. Now he might leave.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Coincidence

These last few days or so, I've been thinking about the time I was raped and the fact that they haven't caught the guy.

It's been almost 7.5 years. I usually think about it every April. For whatever reason, I thought of it just a few days ago. I even started writing Chapter 1 this past Saturday and had thoughts of different opening scenes. The one I had chosen for now was when the overweight dark-skinned detective cased the scene and asked me if the rapist made the cluttered mess on the sofa rummaging through my things. And my answer was "no, that's my mess". I'm not a good housekeeper.

I got a phone call today from the detective. They arrested the rapist last week.