RIPPED & READY (PART 37)

RIPPED & READY (PART XXXVII)

I was summoned to take a call from the receptionist, Molly, who worked at the front desk. She cut her eyes at me when I appeared, letting me know that she wasn't pleased about me getting a personal call at work, but I ignored her ass.  For someone who wasn't the boss, she sure as hell thought she had some authority.  We all knew who the rat was on the ward because she loved munching on cheddar cheese and saltine crackers all day. 

Anita cursed her ass out last week, tired from sitting next to her listening to her grunt and snort all day long.  "If your homely looking ass stopped eating all damn day you might lose some of that weight you keep lying to yourself about trying to lose," she told her.  Molly's face got instant red and what did she do?  She went and reported Anita to the boss, Clyde Franklin. 

He warned Anita that if she did not curtail her outbursts, he would have no choice but to suspend her for not being professional.  Anita told him she was sick of working around cracker crumbs, and food stains (on documents). He assured her that he would talk to Molly about eating at the desk, but   when Molly continued having her throughout-the-day-buffet, Anita wondered if Clyde had even followed through on his promise. 

"Hello, this is Marco," I said, turning away from Molly's nosey ass stare.  I knew she was listening, so I did my best to be as discrete as possible. 

"Babe, I wanted to say thank you for being so understanding last night about Lance.  He really likes you, but feels you aren't really feeling him," he said.

Now you know if I could light his ass up for even suggesting that I befriend his boy Lance, you know I would, but I wasn't about to give Molly the opportunity to learn anything about my home life.  "Joseph, I'm at work right now, and don't feel like getting into this subject right now," I said, with the calmest response I could muster. 

"Marco, when I started school at the University of Santa Cruz, Lance showed me the ropes because he was a sophomore and knew his way around the campus -- he has always been a gentleman with me, so you don't have anything to worry about," he continued his sales pitch, ignoring my request. 

"I'm not going to lie to you, baby, and tell you that I'm okay about this.  I know dudes like him..." I paused, to see if Molly was still in ear shot.  Luckily her humpty-dumpty looking ass had gotten up off her behind and went to one of the back offices for something -- thank God. 

"Like I was saying, Joseph, I know dudes like him and, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, Lance wants to study something alright, and it ain't books; I've seen how he looks at you, and I don't like it," I said, adjusting the volume of my voice that was getting elevated.  

"Marco, you cannot tell me who to be friends with; I don't question your friendship with Collin or D'Andre, do I?" he asked, which pissed me off because he knew "got-dayum" well we grew up together.

"I know you aren't even going to try to go there, Joseph, you know good and damn well that we have been friends since childhood, so stop trying to use my friendship with them to justify your friendship with, sir Lance-o-not," I said sarcastically. 

"Don't disrespect him like that, Marco, he's an upstanding guy and he respects our relationship," he said.

"Respects our relationship?  You're fucking kidding me, right?  This motherfucker can't wait to undress you and do the damn thing -- I know, Joseph, I know, I've seen him elevator-eyeing your ass," I said, clinching my teeth, seething with anger. 

"He's coming over today because we have a test to study for...don't you forget, I'm paying rent there too, Marco," he said. 

Oh, my god, I opened up a barrel of motherfucker-don't-you-dare on his ass.  "Correction, Joseph, I pay three quarters of everything around there...did you forget who's supporting who, right now?" I asked, in an I-cry-two-tears-in-a-bucket tone.

"Yea, I was wondering when you would start throwing that up in my face, nigga," he said, which was totally out of character for him. 

"Nigga...nigga...I know got-dayum well you just didn't call me that, Joseph; when I get home Mr. Good-Dick had better not be there, or I'm going to lift the roof off of that motherfucker this evening, do you hear me?"

I was interrupted by a hand tapping me on the shoulder. 

I turned around, and it was Molly's ass.  I put my hand over the receiver and looked at her in my best don't-fuck-with-me look.   

"One of your patients is summoning you, Marco," she said, curtailing her sarcasm knowing that now was not the time to even go there. 

"Joseph, you heard what I said," I asked to make sure he understood. 

Click. 

No he did not. 

No he did fucking not.

That little trick ass punk hung up in my face. 

OOO....I was fit to be tied. 

I slammed the phone down and stormed away from the front desk to go see about my patient. 

I had my mind already made up, I was going to cut a motherfucker up this evening. 

GRRRRRRR......