Elecciones

"I'll be back in ONE minute." I said, clutching Lola's face in my hands and kissing her on the side of her mouth-snout.

I ran into the beer store.  The homeless Rasta man was there again, but this time, he had a friend.  Something was up.  The friend was screaming at my brown-friend guy that works the store, waving the daily shit-ass Atlanta newspaper in his face.

"You vote Romney, right?!" he yelled, waving the 'Obama Wins' cover story in his face.
I went and got my beer and cautiously returned to the line.  The original Rasta man clubbed me forecefully on the shoulder, moving me ahead of him.
"Mama, you can go ahead."
"Thanks."
"Did you see what he did?" Rasta asked me.
"I didn't see anything." I said, averting my eyes.  
"You vote India!" his friend screamed, waving the Obama page in his face.
"I'm South African!" Rasta-junior continued.
"I'm gonna come back here and shoot you!  Keep callin' those police!".
"Um, you're up," I told Rasta, "you've been here longer than me."
"Shut yo' mouth" Rasta instructed Rasta-junior.  

I paid for my beer, widening my eyes at the other brown-man friend I know that works behind the plexiglass.

I pulled my phone out as soon as I got in the car.  Lola was crawling on me.  I hid the phone beneath her, worried that the Rastas would see that I helped my brown men by re-calling the police.  I felt like I should have spoken up to them, to the Rastas.  These poor Indian/Paki/Middle Eastern whatever ass brown dudes were not their enemy.  But I am a cowardly female.  I just bought my beer.

I saw the police pulling up as I hid my phone under Lola.  I watched.  I wanted to tell the cop that Rasta Jr. had mentioned shooting my brown bro.  The Rastas charged the cop, my brown bro following quickly behind.  The cop shooed the Rastas away, just go away silly homeless fucks.  My brown-bro was exasperated, pleading with the cop. 
'Ridiculous,' I could imagine him saying, 'you don't know what just happened here.  They were screaming at me.  They threatened to kill me.  It's not right....'.

I took a right out of the gas station and drove home.  Lola crawled all over me, licking my face, jumping on my lap.

Though I didn't deserve it.