LaToya S smith

So, before I even start, this post is super late. It should have written it on Monday. Don’t tell Alinda. She has been getting on my case about being late with things.

So, Monday came and I needed milk for Levi. The thing is, I am so sick of buying milk a gallon at a time. The mom in me, the responsible person I have evolved into, said just buy it in bulk.

No problem. We have a Costco card.

I fed Levi and hauled on some clothes. Drove over to Costco. Costco didn’t have his milk. As I am leaving the store, a sleeping toddler breaking down my arm like a branch heavy with ripe fruit, I get the brilliant idea to stop at Barnes and Noble to get Issa Rae’s book.

I am in love with her. I feel the same way about Syd, (The Internet), Kendrick Lamar, Jay-Z, and of course, Shonda, oh and Stephen King. She is “the light” Common was talking about. I have been watching snatches of ABG (Awkward Black Girl) when Levi is asleep. I love it. It is almost funnier than Insecure, in my eyes. Anyway, I saw she had put a book out, and since I was already in Burbank, it made sense to just stop and pick it up.

Once I finally got someone to help me( I want to elaborate on this, but I have to carve out reading time tonight), the clerk located the book in the humor section, and gave me the last copy. I thanked him religiously, and before I could get away, he turned and asked me if I had seen ABG. I put my hand on his arm and let out a serious, “Listen.” I explained that he had to watch it. I wanted to tell him he would get a kick out of J’s relationship with “White Jay,” but I left that alone. He looked kind of like “White Jay,” but that doesn’t mean he is into black girls, and I wasn’t about to create my own awkward moment at Barnes and Noble, so I let it go.

I found it funny that he was so eager to watch it. I wonder what he will think about her gratuitous use of the N word…