Well, I’m here to tell you that sassy black women exist… EVERYWHERE.
How do I know this?
Because there’s one yelling at someone VERY LOUDLY and with plenty of sass just below my window as I am writing this.
This isn’t actually unusual. We run into plenty of black women “expressing themselves” all of the time.
Mike stopped to help one lady with her bags out of the Underground last week. He came home late because she stopped to have a shouting match with the transport workers (for no apparent reason) while Mike was still holding her luggage…
Now that is SASSY.
I don’t mean to single out black women here, sassy or otherwise. It’s just that all the yelling outside is making me a little homesick.