after the gym, i pulled up to chipotle. i was standing in line behind a girl and her kid. her kid had a tonka toy and was running rampant throughout the restaurant. he was 3? maybe 4? i don’t know, i’m not good with guessing the age of children. she tells me to order in front of her as she was walking to catch her kid. at this point, he was only a few feet away, so i told her it’s okay, i’m in no rush. she orders, then i order. as the cashier is checking her out, she asks if we’re together. the girl laughs and says no. in my mind, i’m thinking what made you come to that conclusion that i was going to pay for her meal lmao. or if the cashier meant it the other way that we were together as in a relationship, what made you think that as well lmao.
i ain’t taking care of no bad ass kids.
ain’t no way.
-ratha, 9:14pm, 9.19.19