Let’s talk about the biggest bitch on my job. She don’t even work in my department. We’ve seen each other a total of three times, never spoke to each other before, but she always has a nasty glare-stare to give me whenever she sees me. I know it’s not an accident because she’ll look me right in the eyes and just glare. Like, I ain’t said a dang word to her. Why’s she always looking at me like that?

Here’s the best thing about her.

She has “dreadlocks”.

And maintains them using

wait for it

I don’t think you’re ready.

Spit.

SPIT.

And a Black woman in a hair care store tried to tell her that that’s not the best idea, and her ass gon get snappy like, “I know how to care for them.”

Oh yes, obviously…

Y’know what? Let her ass keep em in too. Let her walk around looking ridiculous and gross with her frayed out ropes of matted gunky hair hangin off her head.

She gave me the nastiest look today, after her ass nearly ran me into a wall. And I’ve just about had it with her, and everyone else on my job, so I snapped.

“Give me that nasty look like I did something to you. You gon be bald in a year anyway.”

She gonna be lookin like a Cynthia doll.

Oop.