RIPPED & READY (PART 41)

RIPPED & READY (PART XLI)

I was still reveling in my victory over Lance when I reached work.  I was trying to anticipate his next move, knowing he would, most likely, come out swinging the next time but, I was lacing up my boxing gloves preparing myself for the next set of rounds.  

As I got closer to the front desk of the ward I worked on, I heard shouting and figured that Anita and Molly had probably gotten into it.  When I heard a female’s husky voice, I knew it was Anita. 

"Invest in some fucking oxygen bitch!" I could hear her telling Molly. 

"Screw you, Anita; at least I ain't no 'Frisco dyke!" Molly shouted back.  

"Fuck you, you moo-moo wearing moose, I'm the wrong bitch to fuck with this morning ....and I ain't had no coffee yet?" Anita said, snatching the clip board out of Molly's hand.  

"You wait until..." Anita cut her off mid-sentence.  

"Wait until what, huh, Henrietta Hippo?  Wait until you can tattle tale to the boss?  I don't give a fuck, it looks like a damn pig-sty on this desk and I'm sure the nurses are getting sick of wiping glazed donut droppings off of their documents," she told her. 

I hurried my pace and reached the front desk and motioned for Anita to follow me into the break room.  Once we were inside and the door was closed, I grabbed her by the shoulders and warned her, "Girl, are you trying to get yourself suspended?"  

She didn't hear me the first time because, girlfriend was in a zone, so I shook her, "Anita, calm the hell down, you know Clyde has already given you a verbal warning about your professionalism," I reminded her. 

"Marco, I'm sick of hearing that pig breathing heavy, snorting, and leaving bread crumbs every fucking place!  The bitch acts like she's fucking Hansel & Gretel, trying to leave a trail so she can wobble her lard—ass home," she said.  

Now, my girl could be a fucking standup comic with some of the shit she’d say, and I hated it when she caught me off guard with statements like this.  I was trying to be as serious as I could but, I couldn't help it, that last one was funnier than hell.  

I started rolling. 

She didn't laugh though, because she was so heated.  

I rubbed her shoulders, and dampened a paper towel, and started patting her forehead with it.  "Girl, you cannot get suspended today, I need to tell you what transpired last night with Joe-Joe's friend...I need some of your wisdom," I told her, giving her hug.  

One thing about Anita, she loved dirt more than Wendy Williams' (The talk show host) ass, so she grabbed a chair, and I told her about Lance and his brief masturbation session.  She slapped me five and said, "Uh, huh, listen to this lesbian soul “sistah” here, and she'll hip you up on how to handle a fucking rat," she said, pleased as the crunch in a dill pickle.  

For the next fifteen minutes, she laid out the next move I needed to make, and made me repeat it to her so that she knew I understood.  

Unfortunately, we had to cut our pow-wow session short because, Molly had gotten to Clyde and he found us sitting in the break room, and asked Anita to join him in his office.  

This only meant one thing, he was about to discipline her. 

Damn!  

Thank God for the phone.