Don’t Get Me Started

So me and my lady are walking out of the store. She’s checking the receipt like women do, when this old playa approaches from behind. I’d say around 60 years old and from Africa. He’s like is this your sister? I say Naw, that’s my wife. And then he’s like, Well, you have a nice wife. And then I say “I know I have a nice wife!” I look at her and even louder I say, “Is this old playa tryna get slapped in front of Walmart!?” Rhetorical, but you gotta let these grandfathers know. So I grabbed his cane and kicked it in the street. Security was looking but I knew he wouldn’t bother us. He looked like that person who says, They don’t pay me enough to be fighting crime out here.”