I'll apoligize in advance - only a good handful of you will get this...
But here goes anyway.
I go into my bank a couple times a week. I've come to know the tellers.
One in particular is really cool. She's an island girl. Caribbean, I think.
Four days ago I was riding in my friends car when I saw her walking.
I rolled down the window and hollered, "Hey mama!"
She looked around like, "Who the hell is hollerin' at me?"
When she saw me she smiled and we exchanged a moment.
Yesterday I went into the bank and said, "Remember seeing me?"
She smiled broadly, "Oh yea. You took me back to my TLC days."
I knew instantly what she was referring to and we shared a laugh.
You see, about 12 years ago there was a huge hit song called No Scrubs.
It was by an all girl R&B group called TLC.
It's lyrics went: No, I don't want no scrub.
A scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me. Hangin' out the
passenger side of his best friend's ride tryin' to holler at me.
I love her even more for going all TLC on my broke ass.
And I think she loved me cuz she didn't need to explain.
For one moment in time we were Crazy/Sexy/Cool together.