“Vi, I be there in 20 minutes.”
“Okay. Ring me when you get to the gate.”
“No problem.”

I hung up the phone and decided to wear the black flip flops instead of the white wedged ones. Drivah A is already 2 inches shorter than me, the wedges would have me towering him. Since I have 20 minutes, or more, before he arrives I’m going to change my dress because it’s too short. I usually wear leggings under this dress but I didn’t bring them.

The phone rings. He’s here already??? I look to see its Mr. B.

“Vi?”
“Hi. How are you?”
“Good. Do you want to go back to the beach for drinks?”
“Oh, I can’t. I already made plans to go out with A. He’s on his way.”
“You have an obligation to him?”
“No, not obligated at all. I felt bad for not going out with him last night so I don’t want to dis him again. Just being courteous.”
“I see. What do you know about this guy?”
“Wellllllll about a cup less than I know about you.”
“hmmmm”
“He’s harmless. Going to Bourbon Beach and probably won’t be out long.”
“My dear, I promise to do you no harm.”
“Mr. B, I can’t cancel.”
“Be safe. Call me anytime if you need me.”
“I will. I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe, but will you have fun??”

Once he arrived and we are on our way, Drivah A went straight to the round about and snagged a fare. I didn’t like it, but what could I say? Although it was to be a “fun” night out, I was still riding for free…not charter. This time the drop off was Beaches. So pretty these places are.



I tell him I’m hungry and asked him to suggest a place where I can get some nice juicy jerk chicken. He couldn’t come up with anything. As we traveled back towards town I saw Jah B’s and asked to stop there. I remember the splendid chicken I had gotten there a few years ago and my mouth started watering.



Once I got inside I decided to get jerk pork instead. When I took hold of my meal-to-go, I couldn’t wait to get to the car, remove it from the black plastic bag and dig in.



Yes everyone, it tasted as bad as it looks. I was so disappointed. It was without a doubt, the worse meal of that visit. The food was old and lifeless. 700J worth of dried festival and pork that was obviously re-heated until it begged for mercy. Probably an off night. I couldn’t eat it. I was afraid to eat it. We stopped to buy soup, which was really good...100J