“What time are you gonna get off today?”
I wanted to ignore him. I was already running late as I stood there in the mirror trying to do my hair. However, my eyes kept looking at his god-like reflection. How could Derrick’s dick be limp, but still so long? Oooooh child! My pussy started to reminisce on the ride he gave me only minutes before. Before my hormones could mess up my money I replied,
“Same time I normally get off, babe. Why? You got some plans for us?”
“Nah. I just wanted to know what time to expect dinner? Gabe is coming over to spit bars on some of my beats. I was thinking you could make some of that fire ass gumbo I love so much”
“Gumbo? Tonight? Babe, you know that takes two days to make! Plus I’m tired when I get home. Why can’t you cook sometimes?”
“Cook? Me? Woman, you know a real man doesn’t do that shit!”
“But since you’re not work . . .”
“What did you say?”
The air got tense as Derrick sat at attention. I didn’t need to fight. Not today.
“I’m just saying babe. I’m tired when I come home. It wouldn’t hurt for you to help me a little”
“I do help! I’m here when Tariq’s little ass gets home!”
“And babe I appreciate that, I really do, but I’m on my feet for eight, sometimes nine hours a shift. Then I have to drive an hour each way, and you know how the traffic is in the morning”
Before I could finish pulling my hair through the scrunchie, Derrick was already behind me, still naked. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started to kiss the back of my neck. His soldier wasn’t limp anymore. I could feel myself getting hotter by the second, but I didn’t have time for round two. I was already late with the rent so I couldn’t afford to lose any more hours. So instead of giving him the head he deserved, I offered a compromise.
“What if we order pizza tonight? Would that be okay?”
“I guess. You buying though!”
My lover smacked my ass before he returned back to bed. I grabbed my coat and sprinted toward the exit. I took one last look at my hero before I headed out the door.
I made it to work with a minute to spare! I skipped my happy ass to the entrance. When I came through the sliding glass, I saw a Dominican looking chick standing next to Joan at the self checkout station. I had never seen her before. So instead of chatting it up with my girl, I decided to go to my station. Unfortunately, the new lady motioned me over before I was able to get past.
“Good morning! You must be Gina! Joan’s told me so much about you! I’m Zahira and I’ll be your temporary store manager until a permanent one is hired”
“A permanent one?”
Joan shook her head, but the new lady continued.
“Yes, corporate has to interview all candidates, even those in house”
“So you work in the hot foods department right?”
“And how do you like it?”
“It’s okay, but I think it could be run better”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. Marcus doesn’t really do anything. He just cooks chicken and take orders”
“According to the monthly reviews, he’s doing a lot since that department brings in the most money”
Damn! I didn’t know that! Joan never said anything about that! Now I’m standing here looking like a complete dumb ass!
“I’m sure I’ll be talking to you soon, Gina. Again, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your service”
The temp and I shook hands before I plodded to my side of the store. As I made my way, I saw Marcus walking with a small, brown box in his hand. I stood in my normal spot as he came in. For the first time, Marcus wasn’t dressed in his uniform. Instead, it looked like the brother went to the mall and bought the best suit money could buy. He didn’t come across like a bitch nigga today. Nah, he was different. Instead of staying in my corner, I followed Marcus to his makeshift office. To my surprise, the brother was packing up his shit!
“You going somewhere?”
“Where are you going?”
He looked at me real strange, then looked at his watch before responding.
“Why the fuck do you care where I’m going? You never gave a damn about anything I’ve attempted to do here! And now? Get your high yellow ass out my face!”
Y’all, I can’t even tell you the look I had on my face cause I don’t even know! A sista was hella conflicted! On one hand, I was appalled that he would say something like that to me. And on the other, that new swagger Marcus had made my titties tingle! I couldn’t help but stand there and watch him and he packed the last of his items.
“Gina, why are you still standing there?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I may have had you all wrong”
He started smiling as he picked up his box.
“So what does that mean? You’ll listen to me now?”
“I mean, I could if I knew you weren’t, you know?”
“You probably thought I was a little bitch too, didn’t you?”
“I mean you did let us walk all over you without a fight”
“Did you ever stop to think that I was trying not to get caught up like Lewis did? As the minority in this predominant female environment, did you stop to think that I had to walk on eggshells? That any sign of testosterone would get me written up? I did what I had to do in order to make a living. But now that my new benefactor has unlocked my cage, I don’t have to be afraid anymore. I can tell dumb ass people like you what I really think of them”
“Dumb ass people?”
“Yes, you and all of Joan’s disciples. It baffles me how all you sisters can be friends with a racist”
“She’s not racist! She’s my friend!”
“She uses all of you to get what she wants. When your back is turned, she’s talking to corporate about how foolish and naive you all are. How most of you need to be fired because there is no way most of you finished high school. But you all go ahead and continue to kiss your slave master’s ass! I don’t have to deal with any of you anymore! Now if you’ll excuse me”
Did this nigga just call me an ass kissing slave? Before I could think of a comeback, Marcus brushed past me as he began to make his way toward those famous glass doors. For some reason, Joan and the new lady attempted to talk to him. Before I could blink, Marcus yelled out,
For some reason, Joan tried to flex, yelling back,
“You can’t just quit! Not on me! You owe me a two week notice!”
“Look, you ugly bitch, I don’t owe you anything! You should thank your god that I haven’t slapped you every time you’ve disrespected me!”
By now, all eyes were on the three managers. The new lady had gotten in between Marcus and Joan. Despite her efforts to squash the matter, Joan kept talking recklessly. I knew shit had hit the fan when Marcus spit in Joan’s face and said,
“Tell corporate how you used Gina to set up Lewis! That’s what you can do for me!”
The new lady stared at Joan as Marcus left the store. Then after a moment, all eyes were on me.
Written by the Wednesday Gentleman