The adventures of Christina.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 22:21:00 +0000

I looked at my alarm clock, it read 3:00 am, still can't sleep. Shit, I have a serious case of insomia. Everytime I drink champagne I can't sleep. You would think that I would change my drink of preference but I love the bubbles. Besides I'm a city girl and drinking champagne to us is like drinking water. I've convinced myself to believe. I got out of bed, went to the refrigerator, nothing to eat. So, I decided to go to the Supermarket, which is one block away from my apartment complex.

It's true what they say about New York City, it's truly the city that never sleeps. So me going to the market at 3:00 in the morning is not weird at least not to me. Actually, it's a good thing because I won't have to deal with long lines. Also, I need this month's issue of InStyle magazine. I love that magazine! I'm a fashion whore, I can't help it. It's only a matter of time that I start getting paid from it. I've also convinced myself to believe.

The good thing about shopping early in the morning is that I get my magazines for free, I always do. I'm a hundred percent positive the security guard is no where to be found. Hell, with the recession they might not have one on duty at this hour. It's not that I can't afford the four ninety five, I can. I just fell like there're overpriced and I'm being ripped off when I buy them.

Have a nice day, the clerk says to me as she gives me my reciept. You do the same, I reply. As the sliding doors open, I walk out carrying my Brown Coach purse on my shoulder and a grocery bag. A mature man in his sixties, runs up to me in a security guard uniform. As he tries to catch his breath, I need to check your purse, he demands. My heart droped to my toes. Why officer? I replied in my best baby voice. I was watching you from our surveillance camera and I saw you put an Instyle magazine in your purse, he said confidently. I dropped my grocery bag, inside I was shaking like a salt shaker. There must be some mistake officer, I replied nervously. The Security guard cut me off, hand over your purse, he demanded.

I gave him my purse and sure enough, he pulls out the Cosmopolitan and InStyle magazines. Officer, those are my magazines I brought them from a newsstand on the Eastside. I replied holding back my tears. I saw you put the Instyle in your purse, he said. All of a sudden I imagined myself in jail with this three hundred pound woman standing over me, You my bitch! Once I snapped out of it, I was angry. That's a lie, call the Cops!, I yelled. At that very moment, I saw fear in his eyes and that's when I knew. He doesn't have me on camera.

I definitely was bluffing and praying that I was right. I was in a jacked up situation and only God can get me out of it. God, please get me out of this and I'll never shoplift again, I prayed. The few people that were coming out of the Supermarket were staring. I was so embarrassed! Go Ahead, call the cops because I don't believe you got me stealing no magazine on camera, because I didn't! I yelled. The acting classes I took as electives in college were paying off right now. I channeled Naomi Campbell for the rest of my performance. I make $100.00 a year, I believe I can afford a $4.95 magazine. I want to call my attorney, I demanded. Once I said that, the Security guard handed me back my purse and magazines.

Next time you come in here I will be watching you closely. He said, with this sinister look in his eyes. Yeah, whatever, I'll be watching you too, I replied as I snatched my purse out of his hands. I struted down the street to my apartment complex, my heart racing. That was a close one, I thought. Thank you God, I will never do that again, I whispered to myself. I guess all good things must come to an end. Why do I have to learn everything the hard way? Bummer!

The adventure continues!

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The adventures of Christina.