Beauty Shop Page #4

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But he wouldn't even move back.

Well, either I'm still buzzin'

from last night's party,

or Miss Angeline done come up.

For real, though, from backwood

to Hollywood. This is nice.

Ladies, hi. I'm Gina.

I'm the new owner.

Can I offer you some cappuccinos?

- Or water? Some coffee?

- Don't mind if I do.

- I like you already, Miss Gina.

- Me, too.

Damn! Look at you

with that big ol' rock on your finger!

You ought to be careful

rollin' with that.

Just a little six-karat keepsake

my husband bought me.

Christopher Clark...

power forward... Atlanta Hawks?

"Three-point Chris"?

That's your husband?

Oh, my God, girl, he got game.

Yes, he does.

Anywho, I have an appointment

with Mercedes today.

Anywho, I have an appointment

with Mercedes today.

She no longer works here.

Well, we'll take Porsche today, then.

She gone, too.

Actually, we got rid

of all of our foreign cars.

Well, damn!

I couldn't get a heads-up or something?

You know, we should

just go on over to Aspire, girl,

and get in where we fit in,

'cause obviously this...

Well, you could do that or...

you could let me do your hair.

I know how you like to roll.

You like to keep it tight. I can tell.

You don't play about your look.

And let me tell you somethin', I will have

you lookin' fly as a mug courtside.

Did I tell you my name was Gina?

I don't play about my edges.

I will lay that hair down.

I'll have it shining

up on that big ol' Jumbotron,

that big monitor TV

that be in the arena.

Yeah, that's right.

You gonna have to just stop

and take a look at yourself,

because everybody else

gonna be looking at you.

I'm so sorry,

but I don't really know you.

I'll do it for free.

So where should I sit?

No, I can't do highlights.

My client has an important game tonight,

and I'm trying to go with the P-I-M-P look.

Well, perhaps Jorge

is not for you, then.

No, you know...

Maybe Jorge is for me.

- Let's do this.

- Great.

Stacy, where is the shampooing girl,

what's her name?

We need to get Corky washed.

You mean Lynn? She quit.

Come again?

She quit.

She called this morning.

I left a message on your desk.

She said that if anyone asks,

that she was working down at Gina's.

Working at Gina's what?

Gina's salon.

Okay, well...

Today is your lucky day.

I'll wash you myself. Come with me.

Have a seat.

Don't forget to use a cape.

It's not my first day at the picnic, Stacy.

I know all about the cape, ja?

Shouldn't I be taking my jacket off?

Leave the jacket,

take off your pants. I'm kidding.

Stacy! Stacy!

I'm sorry, I just need a moment.

Looks good, don't it?

Girl, it looks good.

That's all you?

This is my hair. Blown out.

Yup, girl, it's nice!

Well, Gina, I'm booking you, girl.

When can you get me in?

- I can take you tomorrow at 10:00.

- I'll be here at 8:45.

Say, now, mama,

how you doing?

Damn!

You a nice little pound cake.

How y'all doin'?

Y'all want a little chocolate?

Y'all don't want nothin'?

Y'all looking, sittin' over here,

lookin' all done up and thang.

So, I figured y'all want somethin'.

So y'all just gonna float on

past a brother.

Brother can't get no communicato?

A'ight, then.

How you doin'?

Damn, you a thick one!

You got top and bottom.

Gimme a quarter. I promised my mama

I'd call her as soon as I fell in love.

Whassup, little man?

What you sellin'?

Candy bars.

See, I'm raisin' money

so I can shoot my music video.

If you want, you could be in it.

Come and get low wit' it.

Shake it like a salt shaker.

Shake it like a salt shaker!

What is your name?

I'm Willie, a.k.a. Will-Boogie,

from Decatur, Georgia.

That my daddy pawn shop next door.

What yo' name, meal?

My name is Gina. I own the shop.

And if you want to sell

your candy in here,

you gonna have to learn how to be

a little more courteous to the ladies.

- I got that, no doubt. My bad, Gina.

- All right. Okay.

So, Miss Gina, you gonna buy

some five-dollar chocolate

to go with those healthy

milk-sacks you got?

Don't bring your little behind back here

till you learn how to speak to a lady!

That's what you get!

She loves me.

Don't you even try, girl.

I don't know whose bike this is.

- Can I have one?

- Can you have one?

Can I have one?

Hey, Nana.

- How's my girls?

- Good.

- Hey, Paulette.

- All right?

Go and get cleaned up, baby.

It feels good to be home.

So, Gina, how was it?

Well, it was...

I know that bike out there ain't yours.

No, girl. That's P.J.'s bike.

- I ain't even gonna ask.

- A'ight, Mama.

I'm gone.

- Bye.

- Bye, Darnelle.

- You be careful on that bike, hear?

- Mama, I will.

Gina, I swear, it's more trouble

havin' that girl than it was makin' her.

See, your father-in-law

had a crooked one.

I had to walk around the corner

just to get on it.

So, what were you...

So. Must've put it on the brother.

'cause the fool wouldn't leave me alone

I mean, he was blowin' up my phone,

my girlfriend's phone,

drivin' by my house.

My mama's house

This dude was straight trippin'

So I did what any other normal

black woman would do

'Cause a white girl wouldn't do this.

- They go down to the police station

- Come on.

Get a restrainin' order.

Piss the man off and have him waitin'

in the damn bushes

with a butcher knife ready to kill a b*tch

- had to get creative

- That's great.

Go ghetto on a black man

- Y'all say "ghetto"

- Ghetto!

- Ghetto!

- A sistah had to get sinister on a Negro

Basically. A woman

had to do what she had to do

- What'd you do?

- I lied and told him was pregnant

I ain't seen that fool in ten years

I ain't lyin'. Ladies wrong or right?

I wanna hear from ya, Hotlanta.

Holler at Helen

or hit me on my website

No, she didn't.

I didn't know you could say

the "N" word on the radio.

No, no, sweetie.

She can say it, you just can't.

You know what?

Now, you could be black, white,

ghetto past, no ghetto past,

I ain't nobody sayin'

the "N" word up in this shop.

And no "b*tches" and "hos," either.

'Cept for the ones who don't leave a tip.

That's for real, that's for real.

But we will be wearin' our smocks

unless your name is Gina.

I forgot.

Look good, don't it?

I had to put a little Motherland flavor on it.

Some sexiness.

It's a little too sexy.

You might wanna use

some of that mud cloth

and like, kinda, you know,

cover up the girls.

"Does my sexiness offend you?"

No. I'm just sayin'...

"Does it come as a surprise?"

Ah, Lord!

"That I dance like I got diamonds

at the meetin' of my thighs?"

Lord, here we go.

Her and her Miss Angeloo.

Angelou.

"Does my haughtiness offend you?

"Don't you take it awful hard

"'cause I laugh

like I got gold mines

diggin' in my own backyard."

Don't dig too deep,

Miss Josephine.

"Leavin' behind nights

of terror and fear

"I rise into a daybreak

that is wondrously clear.

"I rise bringin' the gifts

that the ancestors gave.

"I am the dream

and the hope of the slave.

I rise."

I rise!

I rise!

Yeah, I rise!

All right, let's rise our asses

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