I really wish I had a pencil at this moment. So now that I'm in rage mode and I'm trying to remain the diligent employee, she decides to use the item and tap the bottom part of my chin while saying " Your losing your sense of humor." all with a playful, Joker like smile on her face. At this point I felt like Liam Neeson in Darkman when the carnie wouldn't give him a stuffed animal for his girlfriend. Then, she grabs another item that is wrapped differntly and while I tell her that all of the items are of a certain quality brand, she's begins to mock me as though a small child would a younger brother or sister. I attempt to have some clever banter with her and she goes on to bluntly ask "who are you? Are you the owner?" "Can you even make these calls" Maybe you should call someone?" blah, blah, fat talk. So I indulge her and ask what she would pay for it. I say I cannot makes changes like that but, deep down I know times are hard and if she really wants the item Ill try to work with her on it. So I'm sitting here in my store making sure all is well and a woman askes for a better price on an item in the store. It was more like the fat, curly haired, fat, "let's go to the golden arches so I can IV a line of grease into my body", FAT, fat, Fat.did I mention Fat? Customer who just fit her fatass into my store. oh I'm sorry, although it was a cool scene in The Matrix, that was just to peak your interest. It will sadly be because of a battle he saw outside a mens room at Navy Pier. When he makes it big and is the musical guest on shows like Lettermen or Conan and he's asked "what started all this?" It won't be because of Common's 90's hit "The Light". This boy will one day grow up and become a hip hop star, hopefully better than todays, and he will work up through the ranks of freestlye battling. It was a face of awe because I'm sure he'd never seen anything like this before. The saddest part of this story is that there was a young boy on the opposite side of the three men who had this big smile on his face. Oh No, I'm sorry, that's cheating if I ever ran an underground freestlying club. Now I'm no freestyler but isn't the point of freestlying, that you have to give mic to the other guy so he can immediately respond to your rhyme? And this guy is getting the opportunity to use the bathroom and prepare to battle. So the moderator stands there congratulating his meal ticket "you went hard man, too hard". He proceeds to walk into the bathroom and.well use it. I mean people are discovered walking down the street! But in front of the bathroom, really? So I finish and walk out to the "in contol guy", finished, and the one guy taking the insults saying "hold on, don't move, Ill be back". Now I'm not gonna pretend that I know everything about rap or hip hop. Has the rap game really gotten that bad that men and, I shutter to think, women, must spit their skills next to a urinal? So I'm peeing and I can still here the one guy going on and on about how much of a *expletive deleted* he is on streets and so on. Its one of those moments where you think you've seen it all, then something like this pops up. Yes, take some time and think of how that looks. These men were freestyle battling outside of the Mens Room in Navy Pier. Well upon entering the restroom I get close enough to the trio of men and realize that the one " in control" is actually freestlying. As I near the two men it looks as though one has control of the conversation, so I didn't want to stare cause that would be really rude. The other one, who we will call the moderator, is.moderating. Two of them seem to be having an in-depth conversation. I'm walking to the bathroom today at work and see three guys crowded around the Mens room. Where's my million dollar contract? So anyway all this has a story behind it. That's like me saying "Got outta bed, went to the head, and to my surprise what fell outta my hole and into the bowl was a green ue story, no lies". Today's version of what is defined as hip hop makes me sad "I smacked this bitch and then I say have a baby by me." is not hip hop, sorry. Now, all hip hop and rap tell a story but the really good guys say it in a poetic, clever and rythmic prose. I like the kind of hip hop that tells a story.
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