“A Bol’ Face Man”

Have you ever sat in a taxi—(Livery-cab) and a male passenger comes in the taxi, he sits next to you then he puts his hand on the top of the seat over your shoulder. Every time the taxi turns a corner or drops down in a pothole his hand would drop on your shoulder. When this happens to me, I would immediately tell him to move his hand. In most cases they did, but there was this one occasion when I was a young girl in Trinbago, I asked a man to move his hand and he steups—(sucks teeth).

“You don’t know me. Move yuh damn hand!”

“I want to be comfortable!” He said.

“And make me uncomfortable! You should ah stay home. Move you blasted hand! Shit!”

“I am ah big man and you are ah little girl and you talking to me like that?”

“Then act like a big man and stop being so bol’ face—(Wrong and strong, unreasonable).  Every time the car makes a turn, your damn hand is touching me.”

“You really brave, oui,” He said as he moved his hand, but he was looking at me angrily.

“Move your hand man. The girl is right,” The taxi driver said.

I was looking at him seriously and for a moment the staring match went on then he turned his head.

“Hmm,” I said shaking my head…