Today on the light rail, I was called a baby, a term I have heard more often than not lately.
I couldn't do my morning tweeting or texting because I lost my phone on Friday night (stupid dancefloor and/or bathroom at ei8ht). I have my old phone, but the keyboard is broken so I have to text the old school way and it takes too long. So this morning on the light rail, I had no choice but to stand there and do nothing. And that is what I did.....until homeboy started talking to me.
Homeboy: "You headin to school?"
Homeboy: "Say what? where you work..you don't go to HCC..I thought I seen you get off at that stop..."
Me: "No sir, I work in the med center."
Homeboy: "Say lil mama how old you be?"
Homeboy: "Man you's young!"
Me: "But I'll be 24 in 15 days!"
Homeboy: "You is a baby, girl! I actually thought you was like 19 or so...but still...23...man...I'm old."
Me: ".....how old are you?"
Homeboy: "29 going on 29."
clearly this wasn't his real age...I'm guessing early 30s...
Homeboy: "You work in the med center and you only 23? Damn you mus be smart...you go to college?"
Me: "I graduated from UT in 2008."
Homeboy: "Damn girl. I'd holla atchu but you too smart for me. You prolly all philisophical on me an stuff. And you's a baby."
This is probably the 5th time in one week that I've been called a "baby". Evidently when you hang out with ladies and gents pushing 30, you're considered a baby at the age of 23.
It makes me want to find a machine to wish on so I can turn into Tom Hanks.
Moral of the story: But I'm almost 24...........