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Baby mama wasn't happy that Mo and I were so comfortable getting out of the car to go in and order our Lem's barbecue. "I'll stay in the car", she said, as she reclined the seat in an effort to conceal herself...but then put her feet up on the dash. Great camouflage.
She does the whole 'get me out of here' thing until the point when we're safely back on the freeway.
A few days later, I took baby mama into THE 'hood in our little rental car and she freaked when we stopped at a Jewel Osco to get some grape drank (well, Gatorade and water, but still) and shit. Store clerk freaked out when we paid in cash. The store was clean and there were regular folk in there doing their shopping. There was NO reason to be fearful or concerned. The parking lot had a couple of vagrants and some loiterers, but again, there was no reason for concern. It looked much like any typical Wal-Mart parking lot she goes into, just replacing the Whites with Blacks.
Again, though, she starts with the little commentary, when trust me, no one is going to mess with her. It often sounds as if she doesn't *want* our daughter to feel comfortable around 'these (black) people'. K always assumes she's safer in a neighborhood of Whites, even though they rip her off constantly.
