The Gig Is Up

-The Streets Now Know. I Ain't Got No Job


As of this early afternoon, I was made aware by my neighbors that I'm not leaving my house like I usually do. Which could mean several things:

1.) They miss my work fashion show walks to the bus stop.
2.) They notice me. Period.
3.) They have some concern for my well-being

I assume it is a combination of all three but most concerning is that conversation I had while on my way to the bodega today.

(Some of these name assignments/characteristic may be politically incorrect)

Local man that works out the laundromat doing what I don't know: Hey Miss Prissy (what the streets call me). What you doin' out?

Me: Oh just going to get some kitty litter.

Local man that works out the laundromat doing what I don't know: Yeah B. Why ain't you been at work yo?

Me: Uhm excuse me.

Local man that works out the laundromat doing what I don't know: Yeah we ain't seen you in the mornings leaving...what happened you outta work?

Me: For the time being I am in job transition.

Local man that works out the laundromat doing what I don't know: Ah ok B. Well if you wanna work let me know man. You gotta keep that body and fashion game up! I know how you bougie broads be man. Shit you gotta keep that game on right?

Me: True. True. I have some things happening so I am not worried. I have dealt with worse last year. This is nothing.

Local man that works out the laundromat doing what I don't know: But yeah, we got you yo! Imma see what we can get for you. We could chill you know so ain't bored or nothing.

Me: Thanks! I appreciate it. I'll let you know.


Apparently, Streets is Watching.