Okay, I'm venting. If I say something offensive, I'll take my lumps
So, I'm down in MIA., I went to "The Club" today to apply. I had called yesterday about an audition, and the guy said they don't have auditions, and they are always hiring. He told me to come in, and if they like what they see, I'm in!
Cool, I don't wanna audition in front of a bunch of staring bitches anyway (yes, I know I call women bitches alot, sorry ladies, i'm working on it).
So I get to Tootsie's, uhh, I mean "The Club", and my shit is TIIGGGHHHTTT. I have on my $330 Allen B. jeweled jeans, the perfect top and belt, and these bad ass Choo's, not to mention the perfect weave, nails/toes, lettuce-less teeth etc. So, the wonderfully scented me, talks to the doorman, as he talks to my breasts. Everything was going perfectly.
BAM, SHIT, MOTHER-PHUCKER!! The Dade County 1st place winner of the Chicken-head of the Century regional competition walks in.
Phuck me!!!!I'm thinking. This trollop is about to ruin it for me. Now, I'm reasoning inside my head, the doorman knows I'm not with her, he'll make sure the manager knows that b4 he brings him out here to see us. Then Ms. Chicken-Head Universe, in her Chinese sequined mesh slide-ins( ya'll from the hood know what I am talking about), her red, yellow, and green Roc-A-Wear Purse, and her "golded-out" grill (that's a mouth full of gold teeth yall) exclaims in falsetto "Dayyyuummmm, this club is nice!!!, yall be gettin ballers up in here I bet, yep sho' nuff"
I hoped the earth would open up and swallow me, or even better, the "White Fairy" would come down and paint my Black ass White...IMMEDIATELY. No such luck!!
So, the manager comes out, after this girl has almost killed me, by attempting to talk me to death. I'm sure this trick saw me as her way "in". I knew it was curtains, for me and "BoomLaQueisha" before he even spoke.
He gave me the whole story about the new club opening next week, and that they'd been hiring girls nonstop for the last 3 weeks, so to come back after New Year's. I couldn't help but feel like this guy had a woody for me though.
Thankfully, I was polite when I received my rejection. Ten minutes after I pulled out of the parking lot, my cell rings, and he told me to come back, I was hired. He had waited to see the other girl pull-out of the parking lot, b4 calling me.
Seems that she stayed after I left, trying to convince him to hire her. Anyway, he did admit that he thought we were together etc., and we kinda laughed about it. Crazy thing is, I almost never put my real phone number down on an application to dance. I haven't filled out many, but have had my number get into the wrong hands b4. Thank goodness, I actually listed my real cell# this time.
Okay, I just had to share, thanks for reading. Has anything like this ever happened to anyone else?




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U are so funny !!!!


hell no. She rolled up in a club with some $4 screen doors on her feet?

. Be glad today's Southern Man is getting wiser. Congrats and show 'em what you're workin' with, girl!

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