Here lyes the problem: I lack any form of medical insurance. In America, this is usually indicative of poor African-American families, cracked-out bums and illegals without green cards (i.e. Macdaddy). My problem, though, lyes in the fact I'm too fucking cheap to pay those rich bastards to 'cover' me until I get sick/need my balls grabbed; Which ever comes first.
I let this neucance be known to my fellow workers.. In turn, I was informed by one of the--many--African-American women (assumed ghetto, because of her knowledge that this place even exists) that I work with, that there is a 'free clinic' that does free physicals and exams every wednesday. Just my luck... It was wednesday. Knowing this particular lady did not like me,--most likely due to my rude, anti-ghetto culture-comments--I fully expected this to be a set up, and to I walk in to a crack den in the middle of the month. If you're unfamiliar with Social Services, the government pays-out every first of the month. Therefore, the middle of the month is when the fiends are at the height of their 'tryone-biggums-esque' state and will do literally anything for crack. I mean, you could pour some salt and water into baking soda, let it harden, throw it in some saran-wrap and pawn it to a crackhead for his/her child; It's that bad.
Luckily for me, Shaneequa--or was it laquisha? oh well--isn't quite as smart as I am, so she didn't think of this scenario. She informed me of the clinic and gave me directions; I was on my way. Upon arriving at 'the clinic' I see a line already formed out front of the brick building. "free watermelon day?" I think to myself. Nope. Just a bunch of ghetto-tized afro-americans waiting for physicals for jobs they are most likely seeking as a way to keep the welfare system off their back. God, I was out of my element.
At first, everything was cool. Everything looked normal.. Then fucking BOOM. This bitch was sitting on the steps, and she stands up. I almost fainted. I kid you not, she was wearing timberland sweats, a
sean john' jacket and a black golf cap like biggie used to always wear. I think she caught me staring but I'm not sure. I snapped this picture of the elusive beast while in the waiting room. Thank god it was on my phone and she couldn't see what I was doing.
Conclusion to this overly exaggerated bullshit thread: Biggie lives.
