Rashad William’s Story
Bianca turned her attention to the young man, Rashad, who had cheerfully added some humor to the conversation. “Hi. I believe this is my first time seeing you here. Thanks for your input.”
“No problem! I heard about this meeting and I thought I’d sneak in here and listen in. I’m not one of the maids. I’m the handy-man around here,” Rashad said. “I was just curious as to what may be said by my weak co-workers who have turned out to be much stronger than I thought.”
“I’m glad you changed your wording from ‘weak’ to ‘stronger’,” Janelle said laughing. “You’re alright with us, Rashad. You’re alright with us.”
“Well, since you’re here, do you have a story you’d like to share with us? Maybe something that happened to one of your co-workers? And tell us a little about yourself,” Bianca said.
“My name’s Rashad Williams. I’m twenty-eight. I got hired to fix things around here: the air condition, any piping issues, electrical issues. Things like that. I’m single but I am looking for a wife, so Dr. Bianca, please send all single women my way. I won’t mistreat them. Anyway, I do have a story to tell. Some of these men are not only hitting on the women. They are hitting on us men as well.”
“Is that right?”
“As sure as I’m black. I was walking up the stairs with a plunger and my mini-tool box in hand to go take care of an issue in one of the rooms. I always take the stairs for exercise. As I ascended the stairs, I heard this male voice behind me saying, ‘Up, down, round and round. Up, down, round and round.’ Weird, I thought as I continued my trek up the stairs. I thought whoever it was was talking on a cell phone so I didn’t bother to look behind me. I entered through the door on my floor and let the door slam shut. Whoever it was entered on the same floor. I thought about turning around and apologizing for closing the door on him, but I changed my mind and continued on my way. Then I heard, ‘Up, down, round and round; Up, down, round and round’ again. Now I know I have a big behind, but I never thought of it going up, down and round and round.”
The group burst out laughing.
“Then the man said something that made me stop in my tracks.”
* * * * *
“Yes, sir, I like what I see,” he said.
Curiosity got the better of me. I slowed down and turned around. There was no one in the hallway but me and him and he was not talking on a cell phone. Now, I give credit where credit is due. This weirdo was neatly dressed but in all the wrong colors. Talk about bad color coordination. He had on a hot pink shirt with a rainbow colored tie, a beige jacket, and white pants. That weirdo had on a pair of white shoes with pink tips.
“I like what I see,” he said, looking at me with a suggestive grin.
Who is this clown? I thought. I looked around then looked back at him. “You like what you see?” I repeated. “There’s no one here but the two of us. Are you alright?”
“I was referring to you.”
“What?” I said.
“Sorry for not making a proper introduction. My name’s Tomlin, but you can call me Tommi. Reverend Doctor Tommi.”
“O-kaay,” I said, looking askance. “I’m headed to Room 422 to fix some things. Is that your room perchance?”
“No. My room’s 419. I don’t have anything that needs fixing with a plunger or anything from your toolbox, but you could surely fix me up another way, if you know what I mean,” Tommi said, forcibly winking.
Oh, no. This Reverend Doctor Tommi is crazy as heck, I thought. I had better leave him alone.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Tommi put his hand on my shoulder and started to, like, massage it with his fingertips.
Oh, no. A touchy-feely man. I know I got to get the hell away from him. I took a step back and he took a step forward.
“As a matter of fact, I do need my air condition fixed. It’s not cooling as it should,” Tommi said. “I also want to personally thank you for the great job you’re doing keeping things working around here.”
Then it dawned on me: hot pink shirt, rainbow colored tie, white shoes with pink tips on a man. This is a homo and he’s looking for a prey and I won’t be the one.
He was moving in faster than I could move away. He reached up trying to kiss me on the lips, but he only brushed my cheek. As I took a step to the side, he grabbed my belt and would not let go. I took my plunger and pushed him in the stomach a couple times as forcefully as I could.
“Don’t you ever do that to me,” I said as he doubled over. “Go fishing somewhere else, so-called ‘reverend’.” I took off running to Room 422 while shouting over my shoulder.
“Wait up. I can make it worth your while,” he said in-between gasping for breath.
I locked myself in the room. Before I could get my bearings there were a couple knocks on the door. I looked through the peep-hole. It was none other than the ‘Reverend Doctor Tommi’.
Oh, boy, I thought. “Go fishing somewhere else,” I shouted.
“I want you. You’re the best catch I’ve seen all day,” he said.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call security,” I said.
I went about the business of fixing the things that needed fixing in the room. When I got done, I looked through the peep-hole; I did not see him. Thinking the coast was clear, I cautiously unlocked the door and peeked out looking up and down the hall. The Reverend Doctor Tommi was leaning against the doorpost of Room 419 looking at my door with that sly grin. I slammed my door so fast it made even my head spin. It’s still a mystery the door did not fall off its hinges. I called security to come walk me out of there. When they arrived, he was nowhere to be seen.
* * * * *
“I found out from the front desk that he was scheduled to be there for another two days. As you can imagine, I played dodge-the-doc for the next two days,” Rashad said.