Sixth Sense........

Yesterday I tuned into one of the local radio stations on my way home from work. On this particular station, the dj in the afternoon has “the call of day” which normally features crazy stuff someone has called in to say regarding a topic of discussion or just whatever is on their mind. Yesterday’s call came from a young lady that was on her lunch break. She said that instead of going to grab a bite to eat something told her to go home for lunch. When she arrived she said that she saw her best friend’s car in the driveway and her boyfriend’s car (who just happened to be off from work). During the time of the call, she had been sitting outside waiting (up the street from the house) in her car for about 3 ½ hours for someone to come out. Well I guess they were taking too long her liking so she called the radio station to have him play a request (“Bust Your Windows” by Jazmine Sullivan) before she went and handled her business. She said that her boyfriend (probably ex-boyfriend by now) had a bat in the trunk of his car. When I say I hollered, I am not lying. I had my windows down and folks were looking at me crazy. Ask me if I care. LMAO! While you’re at it, ask me why I called the station to try and get through to ask him to have her call back with her location so I could go watch. WHAT?! That’s entertainment! Lol

Z and I talked about it (he heard it too after they replayed it the next hour) briefly but really we were just laughing at the entire situation. I questioned why she didn’t just go back in the house because most folks, IMO, would want to handle that situation right then and there and not procrastinate. He made a good point that some folks can’t handle seeing the actual act, just knowing is enough. I thought about it and wondered how I would handle the situation and honestly I can’t say because I’ve never been in a web quite that tangled before. The closest I’ve come is seeing an ex out with their current girlfriend but honestly what could I do other than roll my eyes and call her an ugly b*tch under my breath? Lol I would hope that I could contain myself but like I said you never really know. I just hope I never have to find out (cause I keep a lot of knives at the house and am not opposed to cutting a b*tch).

Anyway, the dj says he has the chicks # so he is going to call her back today to receive an update. If I remember to tune in, I’ll let ya’ll know what the outcome was.