Wat the devil gotta do with it?

"I'll never do what you did.......NEVER!"
"My case is different...urs isn't"
"I'll never wear white after labor day"

I hear all these crap everyday from the most unlikely places. Its amazing when people you think should know you...become the strangers who walk beside you. I stopped being judgmental when i started being the "case study" i once despised. I really don't care much for people who think they can tell me how to live my life better then ME!, walking away from negative reinforcement has always been what i seemed to do best. As a child, my mum could never understand why i was soo different from other kids.... i was wayyyy too opinionated for my own good and i could never just let anything go. In past relationships, the guys always found out after the third date or so, that my offer of a bowl of egusi soup also almost always came with my opinion on the role of a woman and how society has a distorted view of how i should live my life, even now i can almost see the fake smiles on their faces as they act like they can take what i'm dishing out. Not much as changed after 15 some years, i still surprise myself at how i can seem to rationalize everything, but with age also came understanding.... i have learnt not to get soo worked up when someone disagrees with my stand on an issue. Things are not always as they seem (i can't seem to stress that enuf), so before u feed me to the dogs...how about you take a look at your own situation...
I digress once again....
I had a frustrating night!!!, now that i think about it....i really should have just taken my behind home after classes. I get a call from a good friend of mine, she needed a ride to the store and was wondering if i was in the area. Luckily for her and unluckily for me...I WAS!, so i took the next exist to her house. Normally i would tell her to come out to the car, but i had my already cold dinner sitting in the backseat...so I figured i'ld go in and eat it. I must have been inside her house for all but 30mins!!! before we came out to find my car gone!. Now....i have heard stories about how people look for their cars in strange places after it has been stolen...but i never understood the whole deal until last night!!!....I mean... i was looking under other cars, looking in parking lots a mile from where i was!!!...everywhere!. It finally dawned on us that my car had been towed away becos i didn't have a parking permit......AS IF!, I didn't know that in 2006 they still do things like dat!. I was annoyed, irritated and petrified all at the same time. I basically spent the next hour trying to find the friend that could make it to me in record time. My mind kept racing..thinking about my account balance and how it was about to look even more pathetic (gosh!..so much for saving!). My friend calls in to check up on me and in her attempt to make me feel better, tells me not to worry..that its the devil's fault!...OH HELL NO!, i told her not to even bring the devil into this...becos this was simple logic..IF I HAD A DAMN PERMIT, I WOULD NOT BE CRYING ABOUT MY CAR.
The sound from the parking lot drew my attention to what was going on there.....it seemed like the BAMMERS had come to suck some more blood, cos they had someone else's car up and ready to ship!.....then from nowhere comes the owner of the car running and shouting for them to drop his car...needless to say that the guy told him straight up that he should come get it at the lot!!!. So the poor guy is there practically pleading....half panting... for his car and this BAMMER wouldn't let up!....as if to confirm that brother-man couldn't catch a break, the person he came to see must have been having a "bitch day"..because he kept shouting..."Let the muthafucker walk"..."tow his muthafucking car", i swear to you ....i was cracking the hell up!!!!!!!!!!!.... i couldn't stop from rolling on the floor!..everything that had happened up to that point didn't even matter. I was so concerned about my car being taken in my absence, that i hadn't even imagined what it must feel like to watch it being taken in my presence!!..lol...damn.. repossession must suck!.
The ride to the lot was longgggg.....i was half-smiling half-upset. My sister then comes up with a plan to tell the manager in charge that we had gone in for a quick second to see a friend who had an asthmatic attack (bad lie..i know!) and that by the time we came out..my car was gone. The plan seemed perfect...almost flawless actually, i was feeling much better, i actually had a chance to get my car back without paying a penny. We get to the lot...and once the woman says..."Mamm that would be $220"..my sister must have forgotten about the plan becos she turns to me and goes "Banke where is the money now". OK...STOP.......HOLD ME BACK....I AM ABOUT TO WHOOP SOMEONE'S BEHIND. I was sweating bullocks in my coat...the fact that i had been freezing a minute before had nothing to do with how i felt now. I counted my money..and each note represented a bill that would have to be delayed because of my stupid mistake. When the lady reached out to collect the money...i must have held back...mmm... its all really just a blur now, but she called my name a couple of times before i let go of the money. I entered my baby (which sure as hell had better be worth a whole lot more than $220 when i am ready to sell it!)and noticed my brother-man's car parked on the side...lol!, i guess he hadn't found a ride to come pick up his car...although i am pretty sure he is not going to be getting one from the very angry fellow anytime soon.
Lesson learned?
NEXT TIME, DRIVE STRAIGHT HOME!. So right now....i'm kinda down..

Gotta wish my baby a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!. You know u'r my darling muse, the clyde to my bonnie, the milk in my coffe(if i drank coffe dat is). Make sure you have a fabulous Birthday. Love you loads!!!!!!. Vous etes un ami etonnant!!!