Last night as I reached to my neighborhood I heard a loud fight that I overheard it while music was jazzin’ up loud. Turned off music, got the window down n’ the closer I get to my place the louder the fight. It was the neighbors. As I was about to turn the car off I see a Man with his Undies chasing his Maid, pushed’em n’ gott’em backin’ to the wall. Got his slippers n’ started slappin’em with those on his face. Took me a while to realize what’s up, first I thought it was a thief chase, then when I looked closely, these are people I usually say Hi to, neighbors. Approached’em n’ tried to stop the beating as the maid was all tears n’ promising he’ll wash the car n’ never forget again.
I gave the master a cigarette to smoke to let’em calm down n’ let the maid go wash up n’ go in. “What happened, what did he do?” I asked. “He washed my 750, I wanna’ go out with my Range(short for Range Rover)”. The man has three cars n’ as he explained he drives a different car by schedule n’ the maid has to wash a car everyday, apparently he mixed up which car he had to wash last night. I couldn’t take talkin’ any longer to him, so I left.
Shocked. Jus’ shocked.
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