Him: "Okay, just to be clear: Ma'am, I'm here only to take payment and remove the immobilizers from your tires. I can't handle any disputes or anything."
Me: "Uhh. . .okay."
He adjusted his mask.
2/ Me: "Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?"
Him: *looking up from credit-card reader* "Yes, ma'am?"
Me: "Is 'immobilizer' a new fancy name y'all use for 'boot?'"
*laughter*
Him: *shaking head* "You funny."
Me: "Immobilizer? This is downtown ATL, shawty. That's a BOOT."
3/ He laughed again and took my credit card.
Me: "Dang, so you must really meet some characters."
Him: *shaking head* "Maaaan, listen. These folks be going off on me. And I be like, 'Look, I'm just here to take your boot off.'"
Me: "You mean immobilizer."
*laughter*
4/ Me: "Right? You rolled up on me like I was gon' go off on you!"
Him: "I mean, you was standing by your car with your arms folded like somebody's mama."
Me: "That's 'cause I am somebody's mama."
*laughter*
Okay. So let's back up to how I ended up in this predicament.
5/ Fast story is that I went to an early morning (masked) hair appointment. Against my gut instinct, I parked in the non-guest parking.
Dumb, I know.
But anywho. I joke to my stylist that I may be back if I got booted. Which would've been funny if it wasn't true.
Mm hmm.
6/ So out I come and there they are: Attached to my front and back tires, two shiny yellow boots.
I mean, immobilizers.
Ah hem.
And I throw my head back and laugh. At myself. And I say out loud, "Ms. Maya Angelou? When you know better you do NOT always do better."
Uggh.
7/ So I got booted. Because even though I knew better, I didn't do better.
Ha.
50 years + 4 1/2 months. That's how long I made it before ever getting my car towed, booted, or immobilized. Which, seeing as I'm from Inglewood, is pretty damn good if you ask me.
Anyways.
8/ Since it was a bit drizzly, I'd tied a satin scarf onto my head--which was still there when the de-immobilizer gent arrived.
Mmm hmm.
So now you're caught up with what he saw:
A lady with a head scarf, hoodie and Ugg boots standing beside her booted car waiting.
9/ Who happened to also be a doctor.
Ha.
He dropped into a deep squat to unlock the boot-slash-immobilizer. My knees hurt for him.
Me: "Does that hurt your knees?"
Him: "Nah. I'm used to it."
He scooted over to the other tire from the same position. I rubbed my knees.
10/ Me: "Hey--I have another question. What you think about getting a #COVIDVaccine?"
Him: *looks up and squints*
Me: "You think you'll get one?"
Him: *chuckles* "That's random."
Me: "Oh. I'm a doctor. So, it's not THAT random."
He knitted his brow and went back to his task.
11/ I caught a glimpse of my scarfed reflection in the window.
Me: "I'm a doctor, for real!"
Him: *standing* "Lady, you funny."
Me: "I'm not kidding. I just got my hair done and don't want this rain to jack it up."
Him: *staring at my scarf*
Me: "So? What you thinkin'?"
12/ Him: "Bout that shot? I probably will but I don't want to be in the 1st round."
Me: "Hmm."
Him: "But I ain't trippin' 'cause from what I hear it's hard as hell to get it." *shrugs* "By the time they work all that out next year, I'll be ready."
Me: 😳
He laughed. I did not.
13/ Me: "Hopefully we'll work that out soon so you can get it right away."
Him: *raised eyebrows* "Yeah. . .okay."
He handed me a receipt.
Him: "What you doing getting booted anyway?"
Me: "You want the truth?"
Him: "Yeah. Let's go with that."
*laughter*
14/ Me: "I knew it was gonna be raining so i wanted to park close to the door. Plus, I've never seen anyone get booted here."
Him: "You serious? Maaan, this Boot City!"
Me: "Yeah. My hair stylist tried to warn me."
Him: *shaking head* "And you say you . . . a doctor, huh?"
15/ Me: "With a head scarf and a booted car, yup."
*laughter*
Me: "So, listen. . .I'm glad you said you'll probably get vaccinated."
Him: "Yeah. I want to kiss my granny. And get out and about."
*silence*
Me: "That's a good reason."
Him: *sighs and adjusts mask* "Yeah."
16/ Me: "Alright then, friend. Be safe out there."
Him: "I'm'on' try, doc."
Me: "And go on and get your shot when you can. Don't wait on it, okay? That new strain is more contagious. And you want to protect your granny."
Him: "Oh snap. I heard about that new-new!"
Me: "Yup."
17/ Me: "Okay. Let me get on out this drizzle. Thanks, fam."
Him: "Ha. . .and thank YOU for not going off on me for your car being booted."
Me: "Um, that's immobilized to you, sir."
*laughter*
Him: "Truuuth."
I waved and got into my car. And drove off--head scarf and all.
18/
Logistical speed breakers.
Wanting to kiss granny.
And a new strain, too.
These were his reasons.
His.
Here's what I know for sure:
1. It feels good to not be immobilized. 2. His granny is lucky. 3. Listen to Ms. Maya Angelou and your gut.
Her: “Girrrrl! Who is that random white man all over your face?”
*leans closer*
Her: “Waymint—is that my man #Fauci? Oh, okay, sis. You good.”
Him: “Oh yeeeeah, that’s our dude. Fauci definitely invited to the family BBQ.”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Plus you know he’ll wear a mask.”
Him: “And he already got a #COVID shot.”
I mean . . how could I resist?
Me: “So what y’all thinking about getting a #COVIDVaccine?”
Her: *shrugs*
Him: “Shiiiiid. I already got BOTH a mine.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Him: “Heeeeell yeah. At my job.”
3/ Her: “You wasn’t scared?”
Him: *shaking head* “F that. I’m way more scared of suffocating to death.”
Her: *listening*
Me: “I got vaccinated, too.”
Her: *swinging head to me* “You did?”
Me: “Yup.”
Him: *gives me elbow bump* “That’s what’s up.”
1/ A Grady elder once told me that we should all learn (and savor) ALL 3 verses of the Negro National Anthem. In honor of her-- and this historic moment--these @EmoryMedicine#BlackWomeninMedicine have done just that.
Me: *approaching car* "Oh my bad. I thought they called for me."
Him: "Hey Doc . . . almost done." *looks over at co-worker* "She a doctor. Ask her."
Me: *turning to her* "Ask me what?"
She snapped him with a towel and scowled.
2/ Her: "Forget him! I ain't buggin' you out here."
Him: "Doc, you want air freshener today?"
Me: "Sure." *turning to her* "Happy to answer a question if you have one. But I also understand if you didn't want him putting you on blast."
*laughter*
She was limping.
3/ Me: "Something with your foot?"
Him: "See? Tell her!"
*pause*
Her: *shaking head* "My foot be killing me. 'Specially in the morning when I first get up."
Me: "Yeah?"
Her: "Yeah! Like that first step out my bed?" *squeezing her eyes* "Baybaaaay! You talkin' bout some pain?"
You know how much I love you. We’re so close that sometimes we do that thing where we call each other at the same time. Because, in that precise moment, we both felt a cosmic need to connect.
That close.
And, on top of that, you trust me.
2/ I told you that I thought you should be vaccinated. You said something like, “I hear you.” But that? That was before we actually had a #COVIDVaccine.
So I didn’t press you.
But then the news hit. 2 vaccines—and an EUA for them to be injected into arms ASAP.
Yup.
3/ I brought it up again. You answered quickly.
You: “I’ll get it.”
Me: “Wow. Okay.”
And you went back to doing whatever you were doing.
Me: “That's all? Did you want to talk about it?”
You: *shrugging* “I mean. I’m getting it. So . . . “
Them: “Hey doc. . . gon' be a few more minutes.”
Me: *pinching down nose of my mask* “No prob.”
Them: “Sorry ‘bout that. You doing okay?”
Me: “Yup—you?”
Them: “Hangin' in.”
I nodded and stepped over to the side to wait.
2/ Them: *calling to back* “Y’all almost got that Brooklyn Style XL ready?”
Someone yelled back that it was coming out now. They looked over at me and gave me a thumbs up. I returned the gesture.
Them: “Bet y’all super busy. This pandemic is still bad!”
Me: *sigh* “Yeah.”
3/ A man walked in with a fluffy salt and pepper beard peaking around his mask. Without getting a name, they handed him two pizzas.
Man: “Be safe!”
Them: “You, too!”
Be safe.
You, too.
Me: “I love how you know everyone.”
Them: “I do know y’all!”
I stood with my gloved hands folded as she approached my station.
Her: *calling out* “Sorry I’m moving so slow.
Me: “It’s okay. Take your time.”
Slowly she approached, leaning her weight onto a four-prong cane with each step.
2/ She handed me her consent form and ID.
Me: “Hi! My name is Dr. Manning. I’ll be administering your #COVIDVaccine today.”
Her: *nodding* “Nice to meet you. I’m Eloise.”
Me: “Likewise, Ms. Eloise. Thanks for being so patient with us.”
Her: “It’s okay.”
*name/details changed
3/ Me: “Ms. Eloise, you right-handed or left-handed?”
Her; “I’m both handed. I was left but when I was little mama’nem made me learn to use my right.”
Me: *chuckling* “Well, let’s see. . . .which arm do you prefer me to give your shot in?”
Her: “Really? Neither.”