by J. M. Dennis
Sometimes grandma knows best.
|Don’t say I didn’t warn you, that was my grandma’s favorite saying. She said it all the time. This one time I'm walkin’ out the door and she says to me: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you”
I say, “yeah, yeah gramma, I know, love you”
I’m out the door and there it is, my brand new car, just picked it up from the lot an hour ago, but that’s not what she warned me about. I hop in and take off for downtown. I get to a stop light and I see some very lovely ladies waiting to cross, I got my gold on and here I am, in my new car so I’m feeling pretty good about myself right, so I say to them: “Hey there ladies you need a ride?”
That’s not what she warned me about though. One of them walks up to my window and takes a look in, she’s gotta like what she sees. Between her gum smakin’ she says to me: “Hey there Romeo, where’d you get the car?” The light turns and I take off leaving her in the street, it was great, but that’s not what she warned me about. So I get to the parking lot downtown and park my car. I get out and text my boy that I am at Giovanni’s. I’m so hungry I tell him I’m goin’ in and ordering. So I get in and order my food and scarf half of it before Johnny gets there. We finish up and get up to the front counter and that’s when it hits me. My stomach is turnin’ flips inside me and I can’t hold it in, I run to the bathroom holdin’ my butt shut.
A little leaked out, and that’s what she warned me about.