I was in the grocery store about a week ago on the phone with Rashan, as usual. I walked in and what do I see? A large guy helping another large man into a motorized wheelchair, both staring at me. My internal monologue is, "Head up, as usual avoid eye contact and keep it moving." I head to the produce section and I'm okay, work it up to the meats and there's wheelchair man staring at me as I pick out some sausage. Sir... please.
I scurry away to another aisle and hear the mechanical whirring of this chair as I try to make a speedy getaway. Not happening. "Excuse me! Can I talk to you for a minute?" To Rah, "Ugh. Hold on." To the man, "Yes?" Why did you teach me manners mom??? And why is there no one else in this store?? "Do you like to go to concerts and go out?" "Oh no thank you." "You don't?" "No." Not with you. "Oh well I was gone give you some fliers to the Gucci Mane concert I'm promoting in a couple of weeks." Sir... again... No. "Oh no thank you." For real, bruh? Gucci Mane? You aisle stalked me for Gucci Mane? Mess.