You AND the MJ Bag Need to Back the Eff UP!
I'm such a lightweight. All day today I've been at minimal operating capacity 'cause I had a whole three glasses of wine last night. At our visit to Reebok today, I made Samia do all the heavy lifting 'cause I couldn't even find the heart to take my camera all the way out my bag, point the lens at the shoes and push the button. Weak. I know.
Anyway, since I don't have any images to post, I figured I could at least highlight another blogger, who actually was on top of her game today. And that would be Black Girl in the City, (who, btw, we would love to give links love to if David would give us even half the shit we've been begging for for over a year). Today she had a hilarious post on a recent dust up in a movie theater. I'm not going to post the whole story, but here's a nice taste....then you can go to her site and read the rest!
Her almost alien looking oval face was flustered as the manager was trying to explain to her why they couldn’t give her $10 in quarters. But forget all that. My main concern: her Marc Jacobs bag was right under the butter…that I needed….so I could get on my way to the Dr. Seuss experience (on time).
I smiled and politely said, “Excuse me.” She shifted her eyes toward me and never stopped blabbing to the manager about whatever she was sayin. I paused before politely but a little more aggressively saying, “Ma’m, excuse me.” A command that this time could not be ignored. When she looked at me I motioned for her to move your purse so I can get my phukin butter please? Dag! This woman puts her stop sign hand in full effect saying, “You need to wait just a minute.” Straight gangster!
This story makes me think two things. First, that the non-stop, drama that is Marc Jacob's life could possible be manifesting itself in his merchandise and the people who purchase it, and second, how rich AND stupid are you that you would leave such an expensive bag that close to a container that's not only full of grease, but no doubt spraying it on every surface within ten yards as well?? I'm telling you, money is wasted on the wealthy.
Nighty-night!
Lois: HighSnobette at Hotmail dot com
