I meant deal with, or allow it. Because people in my family are unhinged. It's genetic.
My neighbor's house was getting broken into and my dad ran out in the middle of the night in his tightly whitey drawers and house shoes with a shotgun talm bout some "Freeze!"
I'll never forget that shyt.
But on a more serious note, this should tell u how unhinged my dad is.
It was Christmas Eve and I was in the 7th grade. My mom and dad don't really celebrate Christmas and didn't feel like cooking. So they ordered pizza. Dad sent me into the store with $100 dollar bill. I payed the bytch behind the counter and she acted like she went to get change. I waited and when she came back with the pizza, she didn't bring the change.
bytch proceeds to lie and say I didn't give her the money.
My dad saw us from the booth.
She then proceeds to continue to lie and get an attitude with my dad.
My dad picked up the entire cash register and THREW IT at her....money flying everywhere, it hit her arm.
I've never been so scared in my life.
I'm crying and tuggin on my daddy's clothes telling him to come on like we had just robbed a bank in Set It Off.
"What's it GONNA BE?!"
He calmly got 4 twenty dollar bills off the floor, told her "Keep the change, bytch!", and walked out.
I'm damn near hyperventilating by now trying to cover the license plates of the van as we left...
We didn't hear from the incident until a year later. The cops called me to the principals office in the 8th grade.
I was scared shytless! And lying my ass off!
"Did you and your dad have an incident at a Pizza Hut last Christmas Eve."
"My momma told me not to talk to strangers".
Cops looking at me tryin not to laugh
In the end I tried to make a plea bargain..."PLEASE DONT TAKE MY DADDY TO JAIL! His head was hurting and he was tired!"
Cops looking at me like...
The manager apologized to my dad and gave him free pizza. But we had to pay a $500 fee in monthly installments of $60 for damages. Apparently they caught the bytch on video trying to steal. She was fired.
Regardless, what these incidents have illustrated to me is that my family is nuts. Hell, my dad is the tame one. My uncles even worse.
We ain't never heard of a woman getting her ass beat in any part of my family. Hell my mom casually let slip the other day that she once went to jail for beating a white bytch at a sit-in at Woolsworth.
I'm like "Momma!"
My aunt is the prissinest little homemaker you would ever meet. Epitome of southern class. Pearls and flower arrangements. Apparently she nearly brained a bytch with a brick at an ice cream parlor in the 70s for trying to make her go to the colored bathrooms.
Somebody would die. I'm dead serious.