"And,bitch? The fuck?" I said, the look of irritation dancing across my face. Then I started smiling and sticking my tongue out at the middle-aged blonde woman who was exchanging dirty looks with me in the Target parking lot.
She was mad because I managed to get my hands on the last life-sized Bluey plushy toy. But I don't care because this was one of the last things I needed to get before our evening flight to Colorado.
With three cabins booked at a hotel resort, we'll be spending Christmas with Jada, Javonte, my niecey pooh Nyelle, and Derek's dad. My parents decided to spend their Christmas in Sweden, and made me promise to video call them so they could watch Carson open up his gifts.
It's the day before Christmas Eve and I've been searching high and low for this toy, wanting to make sure that Carson's first Christmas with Derek and I goes perfectly.
I could see it now, the way his face would light up, his beautiful dimples and all. That's all I want for Christmas this year, my baby deserves everything and more.
Climbing into the driver's seat, I tossed my purse and the plushy that was now gift wrapped into the passenger side with a huge grin. With this out of the way, the only thing left was to get back home to finish packing, and make it to the airport on time.
With all of that on my mind, I let out a sigh, then I swiped to the right on my phone's lock screen, always finding time to take a good selfie.
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Happy with my shots, I sat my phone in the cupholder and checked my makeup in the rearview mirror before turning my key into the ignition.
Just when I was about to pull out, my phone buzzed.
The screen lit up with Donell's name, one of my best hires since starting the food truck business six months ago.
He's young but sadly had to drop out of culinary school in order to take care of his sick mother. So I wanted to help him gain more experience in the kitchen, and I'm glad he's working for me.
I answered, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while buckling my seatbelt.
"Hey, Donell? Everything good?"
"Yeah, boss, everything's good," he said happily. "Actually, it's going real good. Was gonna close up, but we still got a line forming out here, and I wanted to see if we could stay open a little longer. Ion wanna leave 'em hanging."
I glanced at the dashboard clock. It was already past 7:30 p.m. "Oh? People still showing up this late?"
"Yeah, we'll be right with you, sir!" Donell yelled out, code-switching between me and the customers, and that made me chuckle a little.
Then he returned to the call. "Yeah they not lettin' up. Prolly the last-minute shoppers needing something to eat. You was right to get a permit out here by the mall... So whatchu think?"
