True Story© Knowing Your Worth
Sometimes I sit and I watch and
listen to people. Not to get anything
out of it so much as just to have something to do with a little of my
time. Naturally, this requires that I go
out in public and kinda sit in my own space with my good ears on as well. As much as I people-watch, I mainly tend to
mind my own business and jettison a situation from my head as soon as it has
ended and that is largely for the better of what remains of the little mental
health I have left.
But oh, this one day…
I am in
Wal Mart and this woman is giving her dude the BUSINESS! NagNagNagNagNag, nothing he could do was
right, nothing he could say was satisfactory and silence didn’t seem to be
getting it either. Each time I passed
them it was something different and each time you could see the man becoming
less and less of a human with EVERY time she addressed him, he just kind of
clammed up and looked down the whole time.
Eventually, she just said “wait right here, I am going to the bathroom”
and he stood there in one spot, looking defeated.
I was NOT having this shit…
I walked up.
Me: “my dude, I couldn’t help but notice you
having some troubles with your wife--…”
Him: “Girlfriend.”
Me: “Sorry, girlfriend. I just wanted to say, man… I been there before. You know how women are always on about
knowing their worth and not putting up with no shit? Think about it, man, don’t you owe it to
yourself to know your worth and not be beaten down like this?”
Him: “Well, yeah.”
Me: “Ain’t no ‘well’ my dude, either it is or it
isn’t. Are you guilty of something that
can be held over you in order to be shit on like this in front of all these
people out here in public?”
Him: “No”
Me: “Good, and is there something OTHER that she
has over you to have you under her thumb to turn a blind eye to obvious
mistreatment?”
Him: “Nope.”
Me: “Well homie…
It is fight or flight time. If I
was you, I’d make a decision right now.
Know. Your. Worth, stand up and don’t be mistreated and if you find that
you can be happy enough to stay, then stay.
If it isn’t something you can see your happiness in, then you know what
it is homie.”
Him: “Thanks man…
No one has ever put it to me like that!”
Me: “Like I said, man… I been there before and I can NOT stand to
sit and see another man going down through it.
This was none of my business and surely you had no reason not to tell me
to fuck off, but I appreciate you hearing me.”
Him: “Shit, I appreciate you man!”
I looked and she was coming back up the aisle behind him, he
couldn’t see her and she was still a ways off.
He started the other direction, leaving the cart behind. He looked at me with one last quick exchange.
Him: ”I didn’t catch your name, my man…”
Me: “Oh, it’s Moe... Moe Phillips. Peace my dude.”
Him: “Peace, I appreciate it.”
And
with that, he headed DIRECTLY out the door with her standing in the middle of
the aisle demanding to know “where in the fuck you think you going?!!?” totally
embarrassing the both of them right there in that store. Well, I guess I should say she embarrassed
herself, because he kept going right for the door, twirling his keys around his
index finger. In his knowing his worth
becoming a fight or flight, he decided it was time to fly, all while she ranted
and ripped down the back aisle of the store, calling his phone and cursing his
voicemail, then calling her homegirls and loud talking THEM about this “stupid
motherfucker just left me in Wal Mart.”
I thank my lucky stars that she didn’t notice me close enough to have been talking to him before walking toward us, lest I might have had to call security to defend me in there.
I thank my lucky stars that she didn’t notice me close enough to have been talking to him before walking toward us, lest I might have had to call security to defend me in there.
Moe Phillips… The
Supervillain.
Comments