You Kids Today!

                So in order to get out of my own house on a Saturday night, my boyfriend and I decided that we were going go over to Canarsie in Brooklyn (last stop on the L train) to visit our friend Shakiya. Now Canarsie is a quaint neighborhood in the middle of nowhere in Brooklyn with the exception of having a few ratchet and ghetto people occupy it. When we usually visit Shakiya nothing serious ever really happens; we go to either Popeyes or to the Chinese restaurant to get something to eat.
                On this specific Saturday night, Popeyes’ was the food of choice (this one specific sauce they have is to die for).
                Luckily for us, the Popeyes is placed nicely a crossed the street from Shakiya’s house so it makes our travels very easy. Just like the three little pigs, Starbucks, Shakiya, and I made our way over to Popeyes’. Since I’m difficult and not on purpose, I ordered something that wasn’t even made so we had to wait a little bit thanks to me. As we were waiting there were these two boys who could not have been older then the age of 12 years old. And they were hysterical.
                At first they got yelled at for dribbling a basketball inside the dining area. Then they went up to the worker and tried to negotiate purchasing a biscuit. The conversation that was held was this:

Young Hood Boy #1: Yo let me get a biscuit for  quarter.
Popeyes Employee: There 75 cents. So you need two more quarters.
Young Hood Boy #1: I know how much they are, I’m asking you to give me one for 25 cents.
Popeyes Employee: Nahh.
Young Hood Boy looks over and says to us: Yo this n!@@a is wack.

                At that moment I was willing to give this little kid money for his biscuit but after seeing what he did it totally changed my mind in doing so. Not only him but his little friend both pull out a nice, fat stack of money; one of them had their fat stack of money rolled in a blue rubber band and the other kid had his gently folded but in a rubber band as well. These kids had more money than I had in both of my bank accounts combined, which is a little too sad. So these ghetto fabulous boys start talking about how much money they do have and got all loud and excited, and I had to give it to them they were a great form of entertainment as I waited for my food to come (which was still NOT in my possession at that point).
                There was even three adults waiting for their food to come and they were even laughing at this free form of entertainment that was being provided for us.
                With the help of an angel my food FINALLY came, so we had to leave because we did not feel the need to eat there.
                Starbucks, Shakiya, and I are making moves to leave Popeyes and these ratchet little boys were so sweet and said by to us. That conversation went like this:

Young Hood Boy #1: Bye!
Me and Shakiya: Bye!
Young Hood Boy #2: (to me) Bye! You’re so pretty!
Us: (Laughing)
Me: Aw thank you!
Young Hood Boy #1: Yo, she’s with her man right there!

From the time we left Popeyes to the time we got back to Shakiya’s bedroom those boys was the topic of our conversation.