I rolled up on two women fidgeting about the parking area outside muneshwar on water street
I immediately thought some hustle or racket must be going down here just by the way they were moving and looking at me
One had a wad of cash in her hand and looks like they were counting it when I rolled up on them
Two forty something black women identically dressed in a yellow dress shuffling about looking suspiciously to me
I reversed into the spot facing the police outpost. You never know when you might need a guyana police officer of the flaw
After park I play back a noise my ear picked up as I slowly rolled pass them big bai, parking is $200 ah hour.
Georgetown got paid parking and me ain kno bout it?! Oh rass!!!! And 200 a hour too. Just like the old days of failed parking meter racketeering.
I waiting pon somebody in de post office so me ain coming out de car
Right in front of me the two ladies do a money transaction and one jump in a white car that been deh the whole time
De one in de car see me and look lil nervous cause she know I watching dem de whole time.
She seh something to de other one the car pull off and she waltz ova to me
rasta yuh gon deal wid me now. 200
Parking is 200 a hour?
How much is half hour?
Ok I gon deh hey ten minutes how much is duh?
Ten minutes is 200?
Yes pass up de money
Who you wukkin wid?
Y’all got paid parking?
Here wuh I can’t pay you 200 for ten minutes parking
Well yuh gon gah move den
I gah move
Yea man move cause other people gon come and pay
I looked at her
I looked at that constable way in the distance mucking about in the outpost and looked at her again
I thought about the last time I was arrested
the rumble, the flare up the bogus charge and the drop charge
I thought I could take her and that constable in a royal rumble right here right now
Something seh mark park this car and jump out and have a proper conversation wid dis two bit hussla
I wondered if she was one who ain get pay as the mayor the king and gang fuck about fouzho china
I thought of 5 million reasons some motherfuckers jus gotta die & not necessarily now & by me but now could be fine
I remembered I had a lady with a package at the post office and I gotta pick her back up
This was about the fifth trip to retrieve it and I didn’t even have a violent confrontation over postal efficiency
I looked at city hall extortionist one last time, the constable mucking about in the outpost and rolled on down the road
The young lady was smiling
She got the package
I faked a smile & admired her dress