I saw this by going to the journal @ BasseyWorld.com.

Peep the dumb shit I endure:
So I make my Lunch Hour return to Universal Gourmet after many a month away. While ordering my food, I'm talking to 13 about whether or not his CD is available for purchase online. After ordering my food,I go to the front to pay for my food while I wait for my order. Wfile I'm waiting to sign the recept for the food I just put on my check card, some older joker yells "Damn" as he spills his chicken and salad (with dressing) off the counter where the register is onto the floor...and on my right pant leg and shoe. He does a mediocre clean up as I continue to talk with 13.
NOW: I REALIZED THE INSTANT HE SPILLED HISFOOD THAT SOME GOT ON ME, SO I CONTINUED TO TALK WITH 13 SO i DIN'T CAUSE A SCENE RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I figured it'd be better to calm down and talk to dude after a couple of moments.
So, after a couple of minutes, I tell 13 I'll holla @ him later, as some joker just spilled salad dressing on my pants and shoe.
I walk over to the joker, and the rest goes as follows (almos verbatim qoutes, mind you):
Me: Excuse me Sir, I don't want to seem confrontational, but you spilled your food on me.
Old Dude: It was an accident.
Me (Sticking out the offended pant leg and shoe): I recognize it was an accident, but these have to be cleaned now.
Old Dude: Well,when I spill something on my clothes I just wash them with soap and water.
(Sarcastic aside #1: Why thank you,I never knew that. Thank you for this most engaging lesson in common hygiene)
Me: Well, I ca clean the the pants, but the shoes are a different story...this is suede (technically...it's Nubuck, but that wouldn't have had the same snap coming out my mouth.)
Asshole: Well, I don't have any money...all I have is three dollars. If you want to take my last three dollars you can have it.
Me: I don't understand why you're getting attitudenal. (I say something else, but I really can't recall exactly, but I klnow it was still polite).
Asshole (gathering his things as if I SPILLED SHIT ON HIM): Look, all I have is three dollars, if you want you can take the three dollars or I can clean your shoes. You can take it or leave it.
Me: Three dollars isn't going to resolve the matter.
Asshole: Well It's all I have...here, take it (gesturing for me to accept the money).
Me (pulling my hand back and making it clear I don't want three fucking dollars): So you can't write a check to resolve the issue?
Asshole (making a b-line towards the door): No, I'm not going to write you a check. I don't know what else you want from me.
AT which point, after a few more words between us, slim walks out the door like I was in the wrong. Now, if I made a scene in the place I frequent over this issue...I'da been wrong. If I had cursed old dude out, thereby making a scene...I'da been wrong. If I had done anything other than what I did, I'da been the bad guy. Meanwhile, slim walks out like he was innocent with the way he carried shit.
ONE: I don't think cousin even apologized...which is what really pisses me off.
TWO: I'd get no pleasure outta beatin the shit out some old man, even though his tone suggested he wanted to take it somehwere he reallly ain't want it to go.
THREE (and here's the kicker): What person do you know can get some pants and shoes replaced or at least cleaned for three dollars?! Three dollars, that's all you can muster?! Payless shoes, don't even sell shoes for $3, my man! And he kept saying $3 like that's all my shit was worth! Of course, you know hindsight makes inaction or improper action even more regrettable...but I know I did the right thing. ALTHOUGH, gettin' on some dumb shit would have felt SO much better. All I would have needed is for one of my co-workers to come down there while I was cuttin' a fool for something to jump off, though.
(sigh)
I do find peace in the fact that the energy you put out will come back to you...so, I'm sure he'll have something unpleasant coming his way eventually.

Hey folks,
What's the dealz-nillz? By the way, before I go any further, my spacebar is jacked uponmy keyboard,so please bear with me. SO! WasI the only one disturbed by the six flags commercial with the oldman dancing?! I hope not, that shit just looked so unnatural. Oh,and the Burger King commercial is even worse. What's the deal with that shit?!
Folks, black folks especially...imagine a a big-headed white man dressed like 1400's royalty and a fake plastic head in your bed smiling at you when you woke up... That's bad enough...you wantto give me a sandwhich, too? Oh hell naw, that shit is just too disturbing...
What else, oh, Smallville isstill the shit! They had the Flash on that joint this week...gangsta.
Oh, hey, check this conversation between me and a young co-worker of mine:
Me: I don't know what it is with women and their loud musical ring tones
Her: That's because it's my alarm and I forgot to turn it off vibrator and...
Me: Ummmm...vibrate?
Her: (laughing with her head down)
Me: I just don't want you to say that to anybody else.

Oh hey, Lee the Poet clasic throwback time--
Remember When: Pop Tarts first came out...before they had all that damn frosting on 'em?

Who the hell remembers Turbo Teen and Pole Position? How 'bout Kidd Video? What?! I was a cartoon watching fool. I used to watch cartoons I hated (Smurfs, Snorkels, damn near anything in the '80s that Hanna Barbara did)just because I like cartoons, dog.

Ya'll checked out the new game reviews on illpoets.com yet? Those joints are the truth! Tell'em Bru, I got you hooked on that X-Men Legends, right?

Has anybody noticed the recent surge in Black Men's magazines? Wow, how can every picture of Ki-Toy be a work of art?!

Tamara Wellons EP is pretty damn blaze, I feel a review coming on!

Hey, ya'll can still donate to the AIDS walk link below this entry...
Okay, I'm out!
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Now this shit, is ill!

Hey Folks,

I figured it's been a while since I've done the AIDS walk, and figured I should contribute. My goal is very simple right now: I'm trying to raise $100 to help out (but $500 would be better). Now, if I go over that, then I'll change my goal, so feel free to give whatever you can. Even if you can only give $1, that'll be $1 well spent. Two words for those who love to cry broke: Tax Deductible.

Follow This Link to visit my personal web page and help me in my efforts to support Whitman-Walker Clinic:
http://www.aidswalkwashington.org/faf/r.asp?t=4&i=52584&u=52584-59314856&e=150011869

Thanks,

Lee (the Poet)

They say it tends to happen in 3's...
R.I.P. to--
Janet Leigh, Rodney Dangerfield & Christopher Reeve, all legends in
their own right.

Yeah, so there was a lot on my plate this weekend. Drew's get-together
where Bru and I extended our undefeated streak in spades. This was the
closest game, due to my admitted and arrogance and lack-of-focus. I
mean, who is going to beat us? Saturday, I dropped $60 in the comic
book store and stopped to see my moms before heading to see fellow HU
alum G. "Alvarez" Ried in the play, "A Lesson Before Dying". Good
stuff; the last run of this show is this weekend at the H street
playhouse. After the play, I shot out to VA to get my Star Wars DVD set
and some grub from California Pizza Kitchen. On the way back into NW
DC, I saw the most retarded shit in a long time. Peep:
I'm traveling north on New Jersey Avenue when I come to the stop light
at the intersection of New Jersey and New York avenues. You know, right
where Bible Way Temple is... On the corner to the left is some cat in a
pair of jean shorts and a fleece who looks at me and says something to
the effect of, "Excuse me sir, check this out I'm going--to break dance
for you." Money then proceeds to do the classic B-boy preparatory dance
(whatever that shit is called right before they do something) in front
of a big sheet of cardboard. Before you know it, slim is spinning on
his head, but he's doing it mad slow. I look to my right to ask my
homegirl if she's seeing this, and when I turn back, I see it. This
grown ass man, is standing on his head...P-poppin'!!! For those who
don't know what I'm referring to, just imagine a dance hall queen who
stands on her head and proceeds to gyrate and poke out her pelvis in
staccato fashion. Now, to see a woman do it, is spectacular, because
it's a feminine dance. But to see a grown ass man, on a hot ass
day...with jean shorts and a hot ass fleece do it...is wrong on so many
levels.
I'll skip to Sunday, because after that, nothing else matters on
Saturday. Sunday, Lynn, Tical and I rode out to Kings Dominion. If you
love roller coasters, and you've never been on the Hypersonic XLC, you
have not ridden a roller coaster. that shit--is great!!! It's pretty
much a hydraulic slingshot. Volcano is thorough too, which I hadn't
been on either. In fact, it had been roughly four or five years since
I'd been to Kings Dominion. As soon as I got back from KD, I had to
roll out to Ra Supreme's birthday get-together. Have you noticed, that
once you get grown, you don't have parties, you have get-together's? I
think it's because the word "party" can imply some dumb shit that you
don't necessarily want to happen in your crib with your shit.