XLIV. Trifling-Ass. July 27, 2020

>driving Lyft

>pick up a lady at the hospital

>she asks if I can stop by Dollar General for cigarettes

>she offers me ten bucks

>I would have done it for free

>She says “Now I know I’m not supposed to smoke…”

>I say, “Hell, lady, the way 2020 is going, I say light one up, dadgum!”

>She says “I’m saying.”

>About a half mile from her stop, she says “Let me out here.”

>”You sure?”

>”Yeah, I’m gonna walk and smoke. I got a trifling-ass boyfriend up there with a girl he think I don’t know about. And I’m supposed to be at the hospital.”