Me, My Sista Neva Part, Makee-Daa Daa

WORD OF THE DAY:: aberration n. - the disorder of the mind; deviation from a type or standard.

ok, so i'm minding my own business this morning, trying to head off to the plantation and beat the morning traffic. but as i am attempting to get in the car, my neighbor approaches me and says "goooood mornin sista. i wonda if i can get jump from your car. mine not stahtin." (yes, he has a thick accent) so i paused for about 3 1/2 seconds before i blinked and said "um, NOPE!" and hopped in the ride. what type of aberration was this man suffering from to even approach me like that? or better yet, what type of aberration did he think i might be experiencing to be so gracious to him, a complete stranger who works my last nerve? we aren't friends. and i certainly will not sacrifice being on time and get in trouble with Massa just to help you out...i don't even know your name. you should have that AAA like i do cuz they have that free-standing battery thing that can jump you without having to suck the life from anyone's personal car battery...or at least have a buddy or someone to call that knows you.

now, once i was contently driving away bopping to the morning tunes, i reflected on that brief interaction and said, maybe you were being mean, miss a. maybe you should have let him jump his raggedy piece of car...he might be late for work or whatever. but then i quickly snapped back into reality. first off, just because we are both of the brown persuasion, don't call me "sista" all sweet cuz you need something. when we cross paths on a regular day and your piece of car is working properly, i don't get a "gooood mornin sista" or "hello der sista" or "how are you tooooday sista." but when you need this SISTA and the juice that flows through my ride's pipes, its all pleasant and familial. or maybe when you and your ashy wife and sister are messing up my water pressure taking 20 baths a day, where is your concern for SISTA downstairs? or maybe when you are cooking your buffalo or antelope or zebras making the whole joint smell like a national geographic special, what about poor SISTA's nasal passages and eyes that are burning from the stench? or maybe when SISTA is trying to relax and listen to some jazz and sip some wine and all ya'll decide to have a tribal ceremony complete with drums and bells and ish, causing all types of ruckus and making my poor cat have a heart attack, what about that? you don't think twice about SISTA till ya need something.

BOTTOM LINE, unless your name is celie and we were separated while we skipped through flowers and sang that makee-daa-daa song....or unless you came through the same birth canal that i ventured through, I AIN'T YOUR SISTA!!!!! i hate that convenient sense of community...good luck with that raggedy corolla, though.

Sincerely,
YOUR SISTA