Day CCXLV

Chubbles

     Outside, the first thing that got me was how bright the day seemed, also being a life long New Yorker, for the first time I was amazed at the mad rush people were in to get somewhere. I really wasn’t focused, took my time, and meandered down the Grand Concourse to Fordham Road. I found myself window shopping, and babe hunting. When I spotted two girls walking towards me, one corpulent, the other really hot, wearing tight hip huggers, and shiny, knee high, brown boots, I found myself smiling at them, and yelling:

     “Wow! Puss ‘n boots!” as I walked by.

     “Oh sheeet! Haw haw haw,” was her friends response as she looked at her, and said, “Ah ha, ya na he’s right girl. Oh look at ya…Haw haw haw!”

     “Fack ya Chubbles!”

     She screamed at her pal, who was in a hysterical state of mirth as she laughed her ass off. Then she stated calling me names,

      “Ya mudafacka ya! Ya mama! Ya jive ass chump!”

     “He hee heee!”

     I laughed, and kept walking, I wasn’t selling but I was sure having fun. It’s one of the few cheerful moments I remember since walking out of the park. I had wandered through the shopping district, and hadn’t made any sales, no calls, not a one, suddenly it was noon, and I realize I was hungry. I was also selling jewelry at the time, and I had a customer at a restaurant, El Puerco Rico…it means rich porker, as in very delicious pork. Cheo, (Che oh), was the chef, cook, owner, a pal, and a customer, he always bought something for someone in his family.

      “Que pasa bwa!” He smiled as he gave me a high five, “Wat can I do ya fo man?”

     “What’s good, man, I could eat…”

     “A hot babe, uh?”

     “Yea dat too!” I smiled.