I was accosted by a man the other day while pumping gas at S.a.m’s C—lub.
Thinking back now it’s kind of funny but if I may be honest, it totally caught me off guard when it happened. I was sitting in the car playing around with my phone waiting on the gas to finish pumping when I heard him. I just assumed it was the attendant trying to tell me something.
Tap, tap, tap
*me looking up from the phone to find a rather rotund man standing outside of the passenger side window*

I cracked it just a nudge.
RM: Hey how you doing Miss lady?
*oh lawd here we go*
Me: Fine
At this point I noticed he had his AR Dept. of Corrections uniform on.
RM: Well I just noticed you pumping your gas and thought you looked kinda nice.
*KINDA NICE???!!! Negro I’m FOINE!*
RM: You gotta man?
Me: Yeeeeeeeep
RM: Aww, well he shol’ is lucky. Can I give you my card in case you change your mind about that?
*pump the brakes* Corrections Officers have business cards??? LOL Who knew?
Me: Neeeeerrp
RM: Oh well, my name is Carlos. It was nice to meet you.
Me: *rolls the window up*