She's Daddy

Five: Miserable Mondays

It was Monday and the last place I wanted to be right now was at Wyatt’s Automobils trying not to beat my latest customer over the head with his walking stick. I glared at the back of Mr. Santiani’s head as he walked off, his weathered, leathery hand snug around his date’s far too small waist. He was an eighty something year old Italian American business mogul and apparently had a taste for barely legal black chicks on the side. This was the fifth bitch he was buying a car for since I started working here two years ago. It was no wonder Mrs. Santiani had that heart attack a few months ago.

You tell these women niggas will be the death of them and they don’t listen. Thinking of niggas is enough to drag my mind back to that ridiculous scene on Friday night and I’m pissed off all over again. Two days had past and I still couldn’t believe the audacity of that bitch. There I was, tryna have an innocent conversation with her and she was eye fucking me the entire time. Ugh. That’s what I got for being friendly.
I trail after Mr. Santini and Thot 005 who couldn’t decide what the hell they wanted with an impressive ass scowl on my fac. Diamond (isn’t that just the thottiest name you ever heard?) is lucky I’m distracted otherwise I would have smacked her up the head for all her asinine questions.

The part that keeps blowing my mind about Friday is how she had the guts to act all offended and shit. SHE hit on ME. Shouldn’t I be the one mad? How a nigga gon’ be minding they own business and some she Hulk tryna come get with you? I shook my head; shit was crazy.

I half slide my phone out of my pocket and covertly text Cleo about picking up some Mexican after her shift today. I haven’t really seen her since we left the club and I low key miss her ass. She doesn’t reply right away so I stuff it back down my jeans ignoring all my other messages. Chantel ass texted me a couple of times but I hadn’t answered and I wasn’t going to. I was fucking mad at her too. Luring me to the club so her homeboi could hit on me and shit. I’m pretty sure she knows I don’t fuck with studs that way at all so why she thought she could pull this shit off was beyond me. Diamond settles on a pink Maseratti coupe (how original) and I finally wave them outta the store with a fake ‘thanks for shopping’ smile on my face. One perk about Mr. Santiani was the nice bonus his expensive ass purchases always got me. I could probably upgrade my TV with that one. Finally get that Samsung 4k HD set in fifty two nice, clean inches. Mmm.

My phone vibrates in my pocket in a way that lets me know I have a phone call. I can’t get it in the middle of the store because Denny, my asshole of a store manager, finds any activity not directly related to the garage ‘disgusting’ and he’s standing right there at the entrance talking to a new couple that just arrived. I figure I’d wait it out and call the person later. The moment the vibration ended however, it begun again. What the hell was wrong with this person? Didn’t they have a job?
I start to head to the bathroom when Denny calls for me.

“Shawne? I’d like you to meet Sarah and Matt. They’re looking for a spacious, eco-friendly,affordable family-sized four wheeler. I was just telling them how you’re the best person for the job!”
He gestured the the young just-got-out-of-college-and-starting-a-life-together couple and turned to the man. “Shawne is a top agent in our highly trained, very diverse sales crew. She’s very sensitive to the needs of all our customers.”

All three of them looked at me and smiled crackerly. I blinked. Were they expecting me to say something wise and technical? I just showed the cars and answered relevant (or dumb) questions about them. My phone buzzed again in my pants and it was loud enough that my face flamed. “Um…” I tried to ignore it, I really did but my thigh was getting numb and all the buzzing started to sound like it was from a vibrator instead of my dumb ass phone. Denny’s smile turned from customer serving to that brittle ‘You better get your shit together right now or you catching hands’. I used to think only black mama’s smiled like that until I started working for him.
“Uh… excuse me for a minute. Family… emergency.”
I muttered and fled the scene while Denny tried to assure Matt and whats her face that his ‘top employees’ didn’t walk around with a party in their pants.
I rush into the women’s restroom and whip out my phone answering it without looking at the contact.