Black Folks vs Niggas

Okay, I lied, I'm back. I just thought I needed to share this bit of information with the few readers of my blog. Tonight, I had a decent time. Me and my little Peanut went out with my friend and her son to a little town fair. It was fun! My little Peanut rode three rides, including a roller coaster that was deemed benign by her unsuspecting mother that turned out to be on the same level as a roller coaster ride at Six Flags (my ass was scared, all she did was suck her two finger as usual and say "aaah" every once in awhile). Anyways, my friend and I decided that we would take the cheap route with food and go somewhere else other than the fair, I mean they were charging $5.00 for some nachos. So, we stopped at a few more places before got something to eat. My friend decided that she was much too hungry for some Chick Fil-A and suggested Mrs. Winners. I told her I wasn't in the mood to die from clogged arteries tonight, so I suggested the new Ruby Tuesday's next to the shopping plaza we were in. Alas, the line was too long, so we ventured next door to Longhorn's and again the line was out the door. I didn't think that people in town for the Black College Football Classic in Atlanta would be this far south from where all the action was, but I was saddly mistaken. You couldn't shake a toothpick in none of those places. So, I was hungry and fastly approaching bitch mode because I hadn't eaten since 1 that afternoon, not to mention little Peanut was chewing on anything she could get her little hands on. Out of growing desperation for food, I suggested TGI Fridays near Greenbriar. Now, for you people who are not familiar with the Greenbriar area, let's just say it's the Blackest, Niggerish part of Atlanta. Not the kind of place you want to be after, say, five o'clock in the afternoon. Mind you it's nine o'clock and some change by this time, so head on over anyway. When we get there, the line was out the door. Growing frustrated and desparate by the minute for some sustenance, I make the final and most heartwrenchingly terrible decision of suggesting the IHOP next door. Now, before I get started with my ensuing tale, let my preface all of this by saying, THE PARKING LOT WAS PRACTICALLY EMPTY! So, we go in and sure enough, the place was barely full. You would think that we would get excellent above superior service. I mean service so good that you would slap yo mama and tell her that she was a lazy, lazy broad (now, I'm just kidding about all this. If you have a mama like mine, you know you couldn't tell her some shit like that!) So, the (hoe) stess escorted us to our seats. No, hello welcome to IHOP, yadda, yadda. Just a barely audible "hello" and that's it. Now that I think about it, I don't think the heffa said that. Anyway, so she shows us to our table and of course I asked if they had a highchair for my daughter and she said yes. My fault, I should have asked her to bring me a highchair. So, I proceeded to do that, to THREE DIFFERENT WAITERS! Finally, after none of those three waiters that I asked either refused or just didn't plain feel like doing shit because it was their night off and they were spending it at work to bring me a highchair, I proceeded to grab one from the back and sit it at the table. By this time the broad that was supposed to be our waitress was already seeing her tip go down the proverbial drain. I asked the heffa to bring a cup of chocolate milk for my friend's son. She said okay, so I'm thinking it's not a difficult task. However, this task was never completed because instead of trying to take care of one table at a time, this broad was helping everybody that came in! Mind you the ratio of waitresses to customers was something like 12:5 because nobody was in there. After waiting an unmentionable amount of time for some service, I got my shit and my baby and walked the hell out. No, I did not pay for my Coke and my baby's milk. Why? I think that's a dumb question to ask. What's probably more disturbing is the fact that the dumb ass heffa's at the cashier didn't even bother to ask if we had paid or anything. They didn't bother to say goodbye or anything. I was heated as hell. Here I was hungry and couldn't get shit to eat. So, we gave TGI Fridays one more try. We walked in and we asked how long the wait was and the hostess said about 15 to 20 minutes long for the non-smoking area to which I replied, we'll take a table in the smoking section. I guess that shocked her being that we children. I told her if these children can breathe the stankin ass smoggy air in Atlanta, cigarette smoke ain't shit to them. So she seated us and we received the best damn service this side of Campbellton Road. I even got slizzard whild I was there, so even if one of them fornicated under the consent of the king 'ed up, I wouldn't have even noticed. I ate my meal, my Peanut ate her meal and my friend and her son ate their meals, and all was copasetic and shit at last.

The moral of this post is to show the difference between Black folks and Niggas. I will never patronize a Niggas establishment. Black establishments will always get my dollar. Black folks know how to treat customers and knows that repeat business is not the name of Eric B. and Rakim's latest album, like a Nigga probably thinks, but is important to the livelihood of a business. By no means am I bourgie. I am as ghetto as the next Nigga, but I know how to conduct myself in a professional manner. I can't patonize an establishment that doesn't appreciate my green dollar. The next time somebody says support Black businesses I'm going to ask them if they for certain that they are indeed Black and not Niggerish. Because tonight, I tell you that shit that went down in IHOP made me hot enough to almost join the KKK. Like Chris Rock said: " I love me some Black folks, but I hate some Niggas" Amen.

Well, I'm not going to overwhelm you all, being as that this is my first post in a minute. I'll have to bring you up to speed on the events that have happened in the past two weeks that I have been MIA. Until the next time.........