This Shit is Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S

I ain't no Holla Back Girl.

That didn't stop some brothas from hollerin' at me last night.
I have to walk about 3 blocks to my car from the winery. I stopped at the crosswalk and waited for it to turn green (cause I actually do that, crazy as it sounds) and I'm TOTALLY spacing out on random thoughts and some car drives by and a brother sticks his head out and yells "Hey girl!" and I think...

"I wonder if that guy was hollering at me cause he think's I'm hot (and brother's tend to think that yelling at women is what they like) or if he's playing and trying to mock me"

Then THIS crossed my mind.....

"Oh crap, It looks like I"m picking my nose."

So I prayed for it to turn green because he looked like he was turning to circle around and I hauled ass to the parking garage.

For the record.......I was not picking my nose. I was fixing my nose ring. But seriously, I'm sure the brother thinks I was diggin for gold.