So, my friend and I were staying at the Budget Inn in Hattiesburg, MS which is also within walking distance to the Clarion. I suggested that she meet me over there for their awesome breakfast. Having stayed recently at the Clarion, I really didn't think it was a huge deal to try and bum some breakfast. We had been going through some rough times and didn't have any money for food so to me this was a perfect solution.
Boy I couldn't of been more wrong. This solution turned out to be problematic indeed and a bit hillarious.
Here is how I got chased by a very MAD BLACK WOMAN.
I was eating my meal and had just finished saying grace when I was approached by her. She was tall, middle aged and very, very big. I had seen her before when I had stayed there just a week prior and she was putting up a Christmas tree. She seemed friendly enough... enough. But today there was something different, today would prove she wasn't so friendly. "May I have your room number and your name please?", she asked with a bit of an attitude. 'Uh, oh' I thought to my self, BUSTED... But I kept it cool. Told her a fake room number with the first name of Brian. I explained that he was my uncle by marriage and I don't know his last name. "Mam, she stated, the room you gave me isn't rented out and Brian is not even on the list. I'm going to have ask you to leave, now". "Okay", I replied while grabbing another bite of my food and picking it up to leave. Surely they wouldn't waste such an amazing meal would they? I mean with all the food they have up there its plenty for everyone why would they ask me to leave it? " Oh no you don't mam, you can't bring that with you. You have to leave it here and then if you come up with the right room number and name I will keep it for you." I hesitated, what should I do... hmm.. Oooh I have and idea I thought to myself. I will just go scan the parking lot and ask for someone to help me and give me their name and room number. I had already lied so why stop here plus I didn't want to make a fool of myself anymore than I already had.
"Okay " , I replied, Be right back... " "uh hu... " was all she said and with an attitude. This was becoming a mission. I was determined to find someone to help me. So I listened as I walked by hoping to find someone talking in their rooms. If I could hear them it meant they were awake and if they were awake then it meant I had some lea way. Okay this is it... room 167 I hear voices, oh it sounds like an argument so I will be interrupting them and keeping the peace... good. I knock. No answer. I knock again, still no reply. So I continued on my journey, no, quest... quest is the better word for this was an epic quest at that. My food was waiting and I was suffering from hunger pains. Still walking I noticed where the voices I heard earlier on my voyage had originated. There were two black guys feuding over money. As I approached they ceased fighting and started looking me up and down. The first said, " Say girl, you sure are looking fine and I think you would look better on me." The second said," yea girl you would look better on me, but are you pregnant?" I laughed and asked them if I looked it and he said no he just wanted to make sure I wasn't because he already had baby momma drama. So I rolled with it. I thought this is so perfect. I asked if they wanted to join me for breakfast, I was honest and told them that I wasn't really staying there but they were cool with it because they said that she was a witch with a B and so they really didn't like her anyway. Awesome I thought but the end is not near in this story. Here is where it really gets good.
The situation heats up when the guys do. They started arguing over me and then again over money and asked me to just excuse them while they have that discussion. They assured me they would meet me up there and they gave me a name and room number. I thought I memorized it but must have gotten it wrong from all of the excitement. As I walked back I forgot the room number and guessed but guessed wrong. I told her confidently 167, the number of the first room... oops, I thought that wasn't right, she looked it up and then I remembered the guys had said it was 162 instead. The lady told me that that wasn't it and asked me to leave, I assured her that it was and they said that they were going to call the room. Good luck, they are outside I thought... home free. Wrong. They called and one of the guy's girl friends answered and said she hadn't a clue who I am. So here I am about to leave and they ask me for my plate of food. Tell me to leave the hotel lobby and ask me not to come back without a room. Damn. I was almost out of there, I had almost escaped when I saw her. She was big, she was black and she was coming after me. "Mam, give me that plate now." I argued with her. I was embarrassed and this time my red headed temper got the better of me. "Mam", I said, "I am homeless, no money and I really am hungry. Its Christmas time", I pleaded with her, "I have stayed at this hotel a lot and I have never had any concerns. Please just let me eat even half of this and I will be gone, I'm not hurting anyone." The lady didn't budge. "You can just be homeless somewhere else and get some food elsewhere. Give me the plate."
There are some choice words that were minced and I appologize in advance for the foul language but as I said I am Irish and Indian mixed. I was livid.... I let her have a whole lot of my fury. Not only was I incredibly embarrassed, because by this time everyone was staring at me, I was also infurated by the injustice and lack of compassion demonstrated by this woman and her coworker who had by this time also joined the ban-wagon.
"Are you serious?"... "I have stayed here countless times and never had a problem like this, I will just take my GD money elsewhere and never stay here again. I'm never coming back here and you can take this MFN money and shove it up your BTCH AZZ. I am never spending another DIME here and I hope all you people know you are supporting a chink ass business and these BTCHEAS Have NO HEART....!!!! I looked to the crowd hoping for support, everyone stared at me in shock at what was going on. I was in a real life drama.. About that time she charged me, "OH HELL NA" she said as she rushed at me. I started to leave, I had said this while walking so I was at the door. She almost got to me and I ran outside. I picked up my pace but I was in high heels. The other lady frantically called the police while I was running Madea was chasing me yelling at me things like, "BTCH you better run!" and, "Girl I will knock them legs out from under your little white ass"... What? Was she being racist. Oh I got bold then.. I turned to her halfway through the parking lot while still keeping a safe distance and shouted," First amendment you cold hateful Bitch.. the right to speak my God Darn mind " "Oh hell no, I'm gonna kick your little white ass" "The cops are coming" "You better run B.. you better Run real fast"
Ok so by this time I was panting, I looked back and thankfully she had stopped chasing me. I was crossing the highway and free. But wow can you believe that! She called the cops on me because of my language I'm sure but over a plate of food. By the way I know that I cursed like a sailor and I hate the GD word but I only use it when I'm severely mad I mean like to the boiling point and this happened to push me over the edge.
Just this morning I had woken up because of a song God laid on my heart about generosity. Here are the lyrics to the song.
Copyrighted by JHL productions
Why must we insist on making our creator so angry all the fussing and fighting
Tital waves of Angel's tears
They are crying for us, its over us
But we have left all Wisdom,
Thrown her under the bus.
We Try to get ahead but compromise instead.
Increasing the cost of living while we steadily spending
we pretendin that there ain't no problems in the world,
We forgot about the homeless boys and girls and all the hungry people in the world who don't have a thing
While we are singing Bling bling and buying blood diamond rings, not caring about a thing, in our own little world people are starving in theirs and would be content to just have some of our things but yet we aren't content not with one thing.
Chorus Female vocal
Can you hear us?
Can you hear us now... We are angels, we are Crying now
Can you hear me? I am Screaming now. I am wisdom I rise above the croud
VS 2
I am wisdom, you can hear me if you try.
On the rooftops of your towns I cry.
I am wisdom, I scream oh so loud that you would hear me and rise above the crowd.
Can you hear me I cry out everyday, I plead with you to do the right thing, can you hear me I am crying loud I am kindness and I am asking now to come with me, I want to share with you to do the thing that you ought to do. Will you come with me? Join me hand in hand and give your brother a helping hand.
The end... I hope you enjoyed reading this, I hope this song touched you, and that you forgive my language but this was incredibly heartbreaking. I hate to have to report this to my boss... not the police or the Clarion management but The Boss, for I am a messenger of God. I take him with me everywhere I go and while I didn't do the right thing by cursing and loosing my cool I have to tell him about what happened today and pray that this woman receives a heart for Christmas.
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