“Badda Boom Babe… the Star of H&R BLOCK” 🤑🧐🤓
H&R April 14th the very last day before “Taxes Day”.
As I enter the storefront establishment, on 3rd Avenue, I see it was mobbed. Last minute filing clients or those like me, that were beckoned back to amend figures to our filings.
The things I detest, dealing with finances, (especially taxes), waiting my turn in a long line, (even with an appointment) … they put me in a lousy mood! 😝
“Well, hello there… You,” rang out as a client grabbed my sleeve…pulling on it.
Of all characters & all places, to meet…H&R block.
It was “The Bada Boom Brooklyn Babe” herself the one who lives in my Manhattan Building. I hadn’t bumped into her for at least a year or two.
Seeing this funny, bizarre dame put a smile on my grumpy face…knocking out my irritation.
We instantly traded barbs back & forth which had the other H&R waiting seated near us customers chuckling. Since Babe has a resounding Brooklynese, nasal brogue, my speech returned me to Brooklyn of my youth.
Last I saw her in our building’s lobby she had a fire-engine red afro.
Today it's a cool platinum blonde. Woven thru her sparse, ironed locks are batches of Darnell extensions cascading down her back.
Babe’s false black eyelashes sweep her makeup glowing cheeks drooping her lids.
Her sparkling chiclet caps mesmerize me as she chats and laughs.
I whisper, “Your skin looks fabulous who did your face…it's great”!
“Me? she quips; I didn’t do Nothing…I just slept well last night”.
HELLO! 🤔🙄😏
With her previous worn face gone…her taut skin now resembles a fully inflated balloon. (Oh, whata sleep she must have had, it magically taken years off)!
The Babe was bubbly and a cutie in her tough broad but heart o ’gold way.
She doesn’t care what people think and I find that I find that refreshing. Babe is childish, playful I can take once in ‘a blue moon’…like wedge of heavy Juniors Famous Cheesecake.
Babe whips out her phone to show me her latest crush. He is Latin with earrings in his lobes, nose & on a nostril. This guy is a gallery of tattoos, I would guess he’s in his late 20’s perhaps 30.
“What a cougar you are”! We burst out laughing…together.
“I only love young men” she announces, blowing a kiss to his phone image.
“Let me tellya when I was 20, I fell in love at first sight… with this gorgeous Irish hunk. We eloped and then he bought us a house way out in “Nu Joosey”, (Jersey).
Imagine me from lively, noisy Brooklyn, stuck in no man’s land…So I started to look for adventure driving into New York to find it.
Well, I certainly found it but lost my big Irish Hunk.
I moved to Manhattan after we divorced into “our apartment building” and never left.
I remarried 2X after the hunk, (who I remain friends with), he is the father of my daughter.
My last husband of 22 years became old, sickly, then died… (a few years ago).
