While paying for my dangerously orange peanut butter crackers I dropped Mr. iPhone (yes, MR. IPHONE, it's an unhealthy attachment, I know). But that's not the point. I dropped Mr. iPhone and the attendant said to me: "Shooo, girl. You best not be breakin' yo' things! Yo' momma gonna be maaaaaaad at you. She paid a pretty penny fo' that phone. Don' be breakin' yo' things. " And the whole time I was thinking to myself, "Oh no. No no no you did not just treat me like a fifteen year old. " (I like to think I can pass for at LEAST 20. I mean, OBviously I can drive.)
So, as a gut reaction. I responded without truly thinking, "Honey, my mother did NOT buy me this phone. I pay for my own damn self."
Then I'm pretty sure my face dropped. Because, you don't sass a sassy black lady. They are awesome and strong. You dont sass them. You learn their ways and employ them. But you don't let them know that you're studying them. I mean REALLY. What is wrong with me?!
To my great surprise she laughed, smiled widely and said, "Well good for you honey! (then turned serious) But really. Don't be breakin' yo' shit."
And I responded the only way a 100lb 5'2" white girl should. I said, "Y'all have a great day, now!" And hurried out the door with my peanut butter crackers and Mr. iPhone, leaving my momentary bravery behind.
