I at this time being a two strike candidate had reaccustommed myself to taking those petty permissions that individuals who practice "the steps" talk about. For example, going into Safeway to shop, grab a magazine, read it, continue shopping...but unfortunately forget to pay for the magazine. Well, I am sure you get the drift. Now as I am passing the items to the counted, I noticed that the employee wasn't paying any attention, so I said, "Sis...stuff them clothes in that bag!"
She stood there and gave me one of those looks a new gangbanger gives on his initiation before it's time to go bust a cap into a rival gang member. Me being the opportunist that I am I started stuffin' clothes! Now, my sister finally finds the strength to unclutter her defining words..."Lannie, I can't 'cause I'm a mama...". At the time it didn't register, but three years later, with a two year old son of my own, I understand completely.
