Wes from next-door came by today to check on me. I told him about the dinner for Keith (the guy with Lou Gerigh's disease). I've organized a dinner for him with about 12 of our classmates and their spouses. We're having it in two Sundays. Told him where and when.
He said he was going to show up about mid-meal and walk up to me, crying and pleading for me to return to him saying "Sherrie, you've got to come back to me." Then to everyone sitting at the table, "She's my baby's momma. We need her back. The baby is 11-months-old. Sherrie said she was going to Bojangles for coffee 6 months ago and hasn't come back yet. We've got a 3-yr-old and a 7-yr-old at home. I just want my babies' momma back."
I laughed my ass off. I can just imagine some of the faces at the table...mouths open, eyes popping out. Then he said, "I'm gonna borrow an interracial child to take with me."
I said, "Do it. This is a hoot! Hey, would be cool if you could find an Asian child."
He pointed at me and said, "There ya go!"
I hope that my classmates understand that if a round pecan toned African American guy wearing expensive clothing comes up to me, crying and begging me to come home with him... not to think hard of me. I can't help it if the drive-thru at Bojangles takes months to go through.
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