“Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat”
Last Saturday was a pretty interesting day. Its “interesting-ness” brought two thoughts to the surface, so I decided to let you guys in on them. The first thought, which was relatively new, was that a lot of the times the things that hurt you in life were already present in your life prior to hurting you. The second thought, which I’ve had before, was that you should always trust the intuition of the females that are close to you (especially Caribbean females).
Oooouuu, here goes story time.
I was at The Box (Colosseum SXM) training when I got a text from Elvis. No, I wasn’t “lolly-gagging,” I was in between workouts so I checked my phone. Anyway, he needed a ride to pick up his car, so I told Alan I’d be right back and I left. While heading down Bush Road near Burger King, a guy on a scooter passed me. He stood out because of the text on his shirt that I ended up reading. (Press fast forward) Heading back to The Box after successfully completing my mission with Elvis, I stopped behind two cars at the intersection between Kooyman and the tire centre. BAAAMM! Something slams into the back of my car. I looked into my side mirrors and, strangely, I couldn’t see anything. However, when I looked into my rear view mirror, I saw the same infamous scooter guy.
I came out the car to see what had happened and apparently he didn’t see me stop (smh). He asked me if I was okay, and I’m like, “Bro, are yooouuu okay?” There was, yet again, another ding added to my car, but I just “boopsed” him and let that go. I did spend the rest of the afternoon thinking, “What are the chances that the same guy, who passed me earlier, is right behind me again on my way back to slam into my car?” Sometimes, the things that hurt us or bring us harm are already “under our noses” – we just need to be vigilant and prepared, I guess.
What I neglected to tell you was that right before receiving that text from Elvis, I’d basically let a 72lbs kettlebell hit my foot. Needless to say, my pinkie toe was bruised, swollen and all shades of black and blue. (I still played football on Sunday, though. Lol.)
Here begins thought number two. My sister Audra insisted that I go to the doctor despite me telling her that I was perfectly fine. Now maybe this is just some “goat-mout” Caribbean woman thing; but have you ever done something issue-free for a long time and only got into trouble after your mom said, “I tired talking to you about xyz!” We’re going to ignore the fact that she’s saying “tired about talking to you about it” when in fact it’s actually the first time.
That’s the reason I’ve never lived a bike life. I’ve only lived a scooter life. Once. When my brother lent me his scooter for three minutes and 42 seconds. My mom (and sisters) are always on my case about being tired of talking to me about “those bikes”. Mom? I’ve never even sat on a street bike.
You could be dating this fiiiiiine honey, and never had a relationship issue. One day, one of the women in your life hits you with: “I tried to tell you about honey” and – boom – your relationship bites the dust. You could be blasting loud music in your car for 12 years and never had a hearing issue, but if you do it one day (just one day) after your mom says, “I’m tired talkin’...”, BOOM, deaf.
I’m making it sound humorous, because in part, it is. However, I went to the doctor. Because ain’t no “I’m tired talking...” intuition having Caribbean woman gonna “goat-mout” me. LOL. Trust women’s intuition, guys.
Love you, Sis.
*Cues Another One Bites The Dust by Queen*
