lazy in NY
It’s so unbelievably cold here in New York that I stayed inside for most of the day. Lizzie and I had a failed shopping attempt in Yonkers and a crazy trip to a post office in the Bronx.
We stood in two separate lines for 45 minutes before I stepped up to the window and handled my business. While waiting in line, there was a black woman in front of me with a really nice fake ponytail and crazy 1 1/2 inch nails painted in pink, blue and white designs with rhinestones. She had on those ski goggle looking fake Yves Saint Laurent glasses and a white rabbit fur coat over her nurses scrubs and she was on the phone and obviously didn’t care who could overhear her conversation. (Imagine a thick New York accent and excuse the following profanity.)
“That cock-sucking mother fucking bastard used my baby’s social security number because he’s so greedy for … …I know girl!! He done and got married to that fat bitch wife o’ his and he can’t use those kids social security number? He gots ta use mine?? I gonna bring his ass to the courts so fast, he won’t even know. Straight up. I’m gonna tell him what I think over him, you wait and see!”
This went on for the majority of the wait. Then when she got up to the mail person at the counter, she explained a lengthy version of her problem which basically could have been summed up as the following: I’m not receiving any mail and haven’t been for over a week. Is there any reason it could be here at the post office?
But no, she had to go into the details, of course. “Maurice been coming by and says that there ain’t no such address at 20830 when he standing right in front of it. My daughter gets her check every Monday in the mail and last week, we didn’t get it until Wednesday after 6 o’clock in the evening! And this week it still haven’t been come. Our regular postman has no problem bringing our stuff but this Maurice is just rude. How can he say 20830 don’t exist when he standing there lookin’ at it?! He gots some major attitude and don’t you think that’s pretty unprofessional for a government employee?”
She went on and on. Oh, life in the Bronx.