Life is Stranger Than Fiction
- By Tracy Ames
- Published November 14, 2010
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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Scene:
Target check out lane. White Plains, NY
Cast:
Tracy
300 lb woman
Woman's three children under the age of ten
Woman's spindly, oily, sparsely toothed male companion
Fat woman turns to Tracy, giving her the evil eye.
Tracy gives a tight lipped smile and says, “Hi.”
Unimpressed, fat lady turns to her male companion, “I’ll be right back.”
Tracy holds her breath as the fat lady wedges past her. Though Tracy’s nostrils are being inundated by wayward wafts of Skin-so-Soft, secretly she pleads for the woman not to leave her with her creepy male specimen. No such luck, the woman waddles off with two of her children.
Tracy is alone with a sticky-fingered cart size kid and twiggy guy. She tries to erase the despair from her face but fails miserably. Her eyes dart to one closed register after another. Reassigned to her fate, Tracy determines she won’t cry, curse, or burst into flames. She steadies herself.
“How you doin’, momma?” Weird guy says.
Tracy is immediately alarmed by the scarcity of teeth. She smiles fakely. “Fine.”
Guy keeps talking nonsense. Tracy looks around for a newly opened register. The kid continues to eat pilfered merchandise from the display.
“I said, wah up wit da numba?” the guys says, bring Tracy out of her daze with the gentleness of an electric chair.
“What?”
Guy moves closer, Tracy grimaces and backs way. “Gimme yo numba fo my gurl get hare?”
Tracy flips through her internal Ebonics guide supplied by 50Mil. Reference, cross-reference, deduct, compute. Bingo! “Oh! You want my number? Yeeeeah, no. I’m married and you have a lady friend.” Even if these obstacles were removed, Tracy still wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“Wussup, fo rel dough?”
Tracy confused.
“I said, fo rel dough.”
Tracy frowns.
“You know what I’m sayin?”
“No! That’s the second thing you’ve said that I've fully understood.” Tracy dodges the grasp of the knee-high finger smith. “Your child is stealing candy. You should pay more attention to him and leave me alone. I’m sooo going to blog about you when I get home! Fo rel dough!!”
Guy says nothing until the fat woman returns. Tracy leaves and tells Greg what happened in the car. It was a long ride home. Greg makes Tracy repeat the event while he laughs. :(
And to think, I used like Target

Target check out lane. White Plains, NY
Cast:
Tracy
300 lb woman
Woman's three children under the age of ten
Woman's spindly, oily, sparsely toothed male companion
Fat woman turns to Tracy, giving her the evil eye.
Tracy gives a tight lipped smile and says, “Hi.”
Unimpressed, fat lady turns to her male companion, “I’ll be right back.”
Tracy holds her breath as the fat lady wedges past her. Though Tracy’s nostrils are being inundated by wayward wafts of Skin-so-Soft, secretly she pleads for the woman not to leave her with her creepy male specimen. No such luck, the woman waddles off with two of her children.
Tracy is alone with a sticky-fingered cart size kid and twiggy guy. She tries to erase the despair from her face but fails miserably. Her eyes dart to one closed register after another. Reassigned to her fate, Tracy determines she won’t cry, curse, or burst into flames. She steadies herself.
“How you doin’, momma?” Weird guy says.
Tracy is immediately alarmed by the scarcity of teeth. She smiles fakely. “Fine.”
Guy keeps talking nonsense. Tracy looks around for a newly opened register. The kid continues to eat pilfered merchandise from the display.
“I said, wah up wit da numba?” the guys says, bring Tracy out of her daze with the gentleness of an electric chair.
“What?”
Guy moves closer, Tracy grimaces and backs way. “Gimme yo numba fo my gurl get hare?”
Tracy flips through her internal Ebonics guide supplied by 50Mil. Reference, cross-reference, deduct, compute. Bingo! “Oh! You want my number? Yeeeeah, no. I’m married and you have a lady friend.” Even if these obstacles were removed, Tracy still wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“Wussup, fo rel dough?”
Tracy confused.
“I said, fo rel dough.”
Tracy frowns.
“You know what I’m sayin?”
“No! That’s the second thing you’ve said that I've fully understood.” Tracy dodges the grasp of the knee-high finger smith. “Your child is stealing candy. You should pay more attention to him and leave me alone. I’m sooo going to blog about you when I get home! Fo rel dough!!”
Guy says nothing until the fat woman returns. Tracy leaves and tells Greg what happened in the car. It was a long ride home. Greg makes Tracy repeat the event while he laughs. :(
And to think, I used like Target

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14 Responses to "Life is Stranger Than Fiction" 
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 6:15:26 PM CDT
OMG! My stomach hurts from laughing so hard. For rel dough. lol. Thanks for the laugh I needed it after the crazy day I had today. You handeled yourself so good. I don't know how you kept from laughing in that idiots face.
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:25:32 AM CDT
It's getting difficult to keep a straight face. Normally flashy a blank stare sends them on their way. :)
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 4:43:12 PM CDT
LMAO! See it's funny NOW, but had I been in your shoes (which I have) then I would not find it so humorous. I would feel insulted. *smh* It's not so much that you think you're better than anyone, but it's like come on seriously, seriously do I need to hold up a mirror? Secondly, I take pride in my teeth, dudes with horrible mouths need not apply. LOL
What's funny is that the fat lady probably knew how her "companion" would behave...that's why she gave you the evil eye. She was telling you more so than him that she would be right back...making sure that you wouldn't have enough time to get any ideas. See she's what would be considered a "hoodrat" so she would've most definitely fought for him. LOL! Asshole is too tame a word for this dude...trying to talk to you while his girlfriend was in the same store. He didn't even care that you saw her. Did he think you were going to say "sure here's my number, I just love men who offend my sensibilities, with your raggedy mouth, hoard of kids and extremely bad English"? Lol |
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:37:01 AM CDT
Cali, I was so uncomfortable. I kept hoping Greg would come inside the store and save me but no sucjh luck...he was in the car playing a game on his iPhone.
I'm almost insulted by the fast that she felt the need to warn me. WTH!? Gross! He was a classic idiot. He had balls but he was still an idiot. |
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 7:12:58 AM CDT
Hahahaha. Oh boy this is hilarious! :) Fo rel dough! :) I can't help but laugh! I need to tell you my holy roller story(guy I went to high school with. :) ) Just imagine some dude, proclaiming he loves Jesus all over his fb page, but he keeps instant messaging me with, "Hey sexy!" "Have a good day sexy." Dude barely said anything to me when I saw him in Walmart. I told my mom the story while we were in Target saturday night and she couldn't stop laughing!
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:30:44 AM CDT
Fo rel dough! Greg and Tim have been prefixing every sentence with "Fo rel dough".
Grr! Don't you wanna strangle those Jesus freak guys? It sounds like you get them all. Good luck with that. lol! |
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 2:28:01 AM CDT
Judy, I struggled to write and understand it. I'll try reading it aloud to Greg later. Ew, I didn't want her man! But I can see her fighting over him...she had that rough look about her. He must have a golden wang.
Yeah, my brother and Greg are still laughing at me. Next time I'm making him go inside and do the shopping! |
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 2:02:35 AM CDT
what a way to start my day!! That lady was giving you the evil eye because she knew you wanted her man lol. I'm pretty sure she's got herself into a few fist fight over him. Ebonics...glad you have a guide. it's one thing to use it among family/friends but in public basic english will do. If I try to read something in ebonics out loud i sound like a illiterate fool.
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said this on 15 Nov 2010 9:02:52 PM CDT
Hilarious! Why would the wife give you the eye, as if someone wanted that!
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:23:12 AM CDT
Lady, I don't see how she sleeps with him. Gross!
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said this on 16 Nov 2010 5:48:10 AM CDT
While cleaning up I found this-every year as a tribute to Robert Burns my son has to learn poems but because his momma has no grasp of scottish/gealic twang he says them in it corrected form
Poem 1(1 line) Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm Poem 2(1 line) We twa hae paidl'd in the burn Frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. The closest thing to ebonic here (just my opinion) the Glaswegian dialect sometimes I feel I should pack my passport when I have to venture their |
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:22:00 AM CDT
LMAO!! What the hell!? I'll have Greg translate. I don't understand it at all.
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said this on 16 Nov 2010 10:46:06 AM CDT
the winner of the pink belt of the shopping... : ... Tracy the tiger eye
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said this on 17 Nov 2010 6:27:11 AM CDT
Why thank you, Bill! *bows*
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