I was caught all up in my own mental-mind at the end of my break today. So, I didn’t feel like responding when a brother wished me a nice day, as I passed by him on my way back to work.
"Sistah…Sistah,” he called, continuing his attempt at trying to get my attention.
I noticed more than a few people stop, in the middle of the busy city sidewalk, to see who in the world this man could be hollering at with such commitment, and why in the heck she wasn’t answering.
Occupied with my thoughts and slightly embarrassed, I tried to get lost in the crowd before the scene escalated.
No such luck.
“SISTAH! SISTAH!...... SISTAH, WITH THE BIG LEGS,…. HAVE. A. NICE. DAY!”
Yes, I am sistah with the big legs and that’s what I get for being shady.