Grill

After seeing an A-board (sandwich board) that advertised "Grill Special ask for details inside" almost every day as I drove past I thought I would inquire but not within. I'm still not brave enough to go into the store because I have no intention of buying anything. The clothing they sell isn't what I would call 'me' as I'm not so hip hop. Not even a wee little bit. Well, maybe a wee, wee little bit. I do like a song by Obie Trice, OB Trice, Ob Trice - I don't know how to spell his name. It's called "Snitch" and was a free download advertised after an episode of CSI that he appeared on. Not a great song lyrically, he basically says it ain't cool to be a snitch. You see something you pretend you don't or else...

Yo.

So, back to the grill. I saw the owner of the store - I recognized him from a neighborhood event last summer when I was enormously pregnant - in front of his store. The G and I were walking home from the grocery store so I seized my opportunity to talk the shop owner without having to go into his store to ask my silly question.

Me: "Hey. What's the grill special? The only grill I know is the teeth thing." (Me pointing at my teeth).

Shop keep man: "Yeah. We don't do the work but we do the moldings. Laugh, laugh, laugh. You want a grill?"

Me (Laughing hysterically): "No, thanks. (Continue laughing hysterically). Just curious."

Shop keep man to friend: "Wow. She cracked up!" Laugh.

I saw shop keep man yesterday as I was coming home and unloading the G and the car. He called from across the street, "When you coming in for the grill?"

I told him I was saving up for it.

Ha. A grill on a girl. A grill on a white girl. I'm 'bout white as they come. I dance like Elaine from Seinfeld and can't pull off slang. I can try out some slang.

Hmmm, I don't know any.

The most current slang I know is from just after high school. You know, digits and dis and that's about it. Oh, Gavin is going to be sooo embarrassed by me in a few years. And his dad.

We are going to have so much fun!