**Includes adult language and situations.
“Girl you better come get Ron! He out here all hugged up with a bitch with a honey blonde bob!”
Yes baby, word on the street was that our dear Ron was stepping out on his wife with a bitch with a honey blonde bob!
Sit down and listen while I pour this tea 😉
It was a dark and stormy night in Southwest Georgia (No seriously, it really was!) and I decided to visit one of my most favorite men in the whole wide world.
So, I jumped in the car and drove to Cuthbert, Georgia.
To say that the drive was gloomy would be an understatement; the weather was bad and the occasion was somber.
You see, I was going to visit my cousin Ron the night before our Grandfather’s funeral.
Indeed, this was not the happiest of reunions.
Anyway, Ron told me that he had planned to grab a beer at the club.
Which club you ask?
Come on now, Cuthbert ain’t exactly the ATL so you know it ain’t but one ‘club’ in that joint.
At any rate, after driving for about 45 minutes, I had arrived at my destination.
I immediately got out and walked into the club—right up to Ron.
Clearly, he’s a good looking brother so you know he wasn’t hard to find 😉
Sorry for the digression!
So, as one would guess, we gave each other a long hug then walked away from the crowd to have a private conversation.
Mind you, Ron did not introduce me to anybody.
You guys understand right? It just wasn’t the time or place for such pleasantries.
Anyway, after our talk, Ron walked me to my car and gave me another long hug.
Remember, we were trying to comfort each other because we both knew that the next day would be very long and painful.
Needless to say, right after our embrace, we said our goodbyes, and I drove away.
BAYBEE, the next day Ron’s then wife, who had not been present at the club that night, called me and said, “Girl you know somebody called me and woke me up out my sleep to tell me I needed to get down to the club ’cause Ron was all hugged up with a bitch with a honey blonde bob!”
She went on to say, “Gwin, something told me to roll over and go back to sleep.”
I said, “You know that was me right?”
She said, “Ron told me, and I’m so glad I didn’t come down there actin’ a fool for NOTHING!”
🙂 🙂 🙂
To this day, Ron and I joke about me being the bitch with the honey blonde bob.
Let me correct that, Ron doesn’t cuss—but I do!
Y’all, I decided to share this story because I think that it provides a great example of the lyrics from that soul classic, “Heard it Through The Grapevine:”
Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.
My advice to busybodies: Stop being so quick to run back and tell shit!
Pass it on!
Remember you can catch up with Ron on his wonderful blog, The Time Tunnel. You can also catch him here every Friday 🙂
Best believe you’ll LOVE reading, my cousin,”The Black Mark Twain!”