My boyfriends' mother has a gift shop in a not-so-good part of town. It's not horrible, but it's also not a place that would even be an OPTION for me to live there. Across the street is a Taco Bell/
KFC combo store. Next to the her store is a tattoo shop. And on the other side of the store, there is a beauty shop and then a church. I am just sitting outside with his two 5 year old
nieces when I see this Mercedes pull up across the street. It's hooked up and looks good. Rims, and tint. Simple, yet
elegant.
An older man gets out of the car- maybe late
forties early fifties-
ish. His appearance is nice. Church clothes is what he is wearing. Dress pants, dress shirt, suit jacket, loafers, etc. And it's not even Sunday. The first impression of someone you see dressed like that? Well put together- in all aspects of life.
About twenty minutes before he pulled up, a woman and her son pull up also in a flashy, expensive car. They all went in the same door (I am pretty sure they went in the church and even had the key to unlock the door) so I assume they are Father, Mother, and Son.
So I go on about my business- not thinking anything of it. I go see my boyfriend (Joe) in the tattoo shop (his dad is
getting a tattoo) and find myself sitting back in front of the store in a chair (fitting right in with the ghetto). I love to people watch, so I am getting a kick out of watching all the people and cars going down the one-way street.
I see THE MAN walking out of Taco Bell and he is sipping on his soda, and walking back to this side of the street. When he gets behind his car, he sets the cup down under his bumper and keeps walking over to the church like nothing. He sees me watching everything he is doing and I know he knows that I seen what he did. Yet I give him a chance, maybe he is going inside to get his jacket and leave and didn't want to take that cup inside because he didn't have enough to share??????? I thought man, that's nasty he don't even have a lid on that and he's gonna come back and drink it? Anyway, so I am
curious now as to what this church man is going to do with this cup. Well, it's like watching the clock- the time stands still. I get preoccupied- now Joe is getting another tattoo. I come back outside after a while and my eyes
immediately zoom to where the church man was parked cause now he is gone. AND THE CUP IS STILL THERE. Just because he is in a not so nice part of town, he changes his behavior and has to fit in with the rest of them? He is supposed to be setting an example, right? I don't know if he had anything to do with the church but he disappointed me
SO much.
I have another 'ghetto' story- I'll share later!!
