I don’t why this particular moment in my life is floating in my head right now; but I said hell, why not share it. When I worked at hooters there was this straight street Negro named Stan. We really didn’t get along because we were so damn different. If being streetwise were available as a degree he’d have a masters. That was as far as my admiration for how he lived goes. One particular day we were both working the Grill & fryers on the day shift. One particular Petite cutie (fuggit I forgot her name.) used to flirt with Stan heavily, even though everyone knew he was married with kids. The main thing she used to do is send him little post-it notes of her order followed with a wink and a kiss his way which made him feel like a pimp no-doubt. He asks me over to his spot while we were clear of orders and let me take a look at his note. “I think that Broad is a witch cuz she keeps writing some weird shit on these notes…” as I read all it contained was please have soso’s order to go. XXX OOO. HE asks me what did those X’s & O’s mean I did my best not to laugh and contained myself when I told him those meant “Kisses & Hugs” Afterwards he comes back with “I’m from the ghetto, I don’t know about that shit!” As I went back to my cooking post I said to myself I try my best not to take for face value people’s intelligence but that was pretty silly…