05/14/2026
STORYTIME: “HEY MY A&A CLEANING BABES… TODAY WAS GHETTO BUT GOD SHOWED OUT”
Alright babes listen… because if yall were in my shoes yall would’ve been CRYING laughing. Like real tears.
So boom.
It’s morning time.
Kids gotta go to school.
I’m already irritated because my car parts STILL ain’t here.
And I’m not even gonna lie… I been beefing with Amazon like they a real person.
Like I’m in my phone like:
“HELLO? Jeff Bezos? Run me my package before I run you.”
Because why is my tracking number playing games with me?
It keeps saying “arriving today” like it’s a threat.
So anyway… my uber picks us up.
She pull up in this —and I already knew it was gonna be a long ride because the SUV sounded like it needed prayer.
But the worst part?
There’s TWO old ladies in the backseat.
And when I say old… I mean ancient.
Like these ladies got stories from segregation.
And they smoking ci******es the size of baby arms.
I’m talking about them long Virginia Slim 3000s.
Babes… the smoke was so thick it looked like the van had a fog machine.
My kids get in and immediately start coughing like they’re in a fire drill.
My oldest looking at me like:
“Mom… are we being kidnapped?”
And my little one’s eyes got big.
She whispering like:
“Mama… what is that smell?”
I wanted to jump out the window.
Because I’m already embarrassed.
Then one of the old ladies starts talking loud as hell like we all asked her a question.
She goes:
“Baby… I took my teeth out last night and did something strange for some change.”
…
Babes
I turned my head so fast I almost broke my neck.
I said:
“EXCUSE ME?!”
She kept going too. Comfortable. Confident.
Talking about:
“I ain’t got no shame. A dollar is a dollar.”
Yall I was in the seat like THIS 😐
Because what kind of Uber Pool from hell is this?
And my kids are sitting there appalled.
My oldest texting me from the back like:
“Please let me out down the street. I’ll walk.”
My 3-year-old just staring like she’s watching a scary movie.
And I’m sitting there inhaling secondhand trauma like…
“God please don’t let no one ever find out I rode in this circus today.”
Because yall would’ve been like:
“Baby… what are you DOING?”
And honestly?
I would’ve said the same thing
Instead I’m in a SUV with the Marlboro Sisters and Toothless Tammy talking about stripping gums for gas money.
I’m like…breathe you'll get through this
FAST FORWARD… I GOTTA GO PITCH THIS HOTEL
So after we drop the kids off, I’m like alright.
I got business to handle.
I’m about to go pitch a proposal to a hotel.
Now listen… I looked like a million bucks.
Hair laid.
Outfit on point.
Nails clean.
Face giving “CEO.”
But unfortunately…
I smelled like I just came from a dispensary.
Because that cigarette smell was clinging to me like a toxic ex.
I’m spraying perfume like I’m putting out a fire.
At this point, it wasn’t perfume anymore.
It was FEBREZE ENERGY.
So I walk into the hotel trying to act classy…
But I’m panicking.
Because I’m like:
“If they smell this smoke on me, they’re gonna think I’m unprofessional.”
And I’m not unprofessional.
I’m just… temporarily suffering.
So I’m walking fast and I run to the bathroom.
Soon as I walk in the bathroom—BAM—I bump into a lady.
She gives me that look like:
“Excuse you.”
And I’m already stressed so I instantly start rambling.
Like babes when I say I started talking like I was possessed…
I’m like:
“OMG I’m so sorry, I’m having the worst day, my car parts ain’t here, Amazon playing with me, I had to ride in a smelly uber with two old ladies smoking ci******es and one of them talking about taking out her teeth and doing strange things for change and I’m about to jump off a bridge—”
The lady just standing there blinking.
Like:
“…ma’am?”
And I’m still going.
Because once I start, I can’t stop. I had literal word vomit.
I’m like:
“I’m only here because I’m trying to pitch my cleaning business to this hotel, I supply housekeepers and cleaning staff but I’m stressed and I’m trying to hold everything down but my car messed up and I’m tired and honestly I just need a hug.”
Babes .....
When I tell you my eyes started watering.
Because it’s hard.
Promoting , marketing, invoicing and working your business, being a mom, and still trying to act like everything is okay. It feels impossible
And the lady looks at me…
And she goes:
“It’s going to be okay.”
Then she hugged me.
LIKE REALLY hugged me.
Not that fake little church hug.
A real hug.
And I almost cried harder because I’m like…
Damn… I really needed that.
Then she smiled and walked out.
I stood there in the bathroom like:
“Okay… pull it together.”
Because baby, I can be strong, but I’m still human.
THE PLOT TWIST FROM HELL
So I finally walk to the front desk.
Feeling confident again.
I straighten my outfit, fix my hair, wipe my face like:
“Alright boss lady. Let’s go.”
I tell the front desk:
“Hi, can I speak to the GM?”
They said:
“Sure, we’ll es**rt you.”
So I’m walking down the hallway, heels clicking, looking important…
They open the office door.
Babes.......
It was the SAME LADY from the bathroom.
THE SAME ONE.
I swear I felt my soul leave my body.
My face got hot.
I turned red instantly.
Like a tomato.
Like a stop sign.
Like a damn fire truck.
I said to myself:
“Oh my God… she knows my whole life story.”
I could’ve swore I turned into a Caucasian lady the way I was blushing.
I wanted to faint.
I wanted to run.
I wanted to pretend I was there to apply for a job at the front desk.
Anything but this.
But she just smiled and said:
“Come in.”
Like nothing happened.
Like I didn’t just tell her I was ready to jump off a bridge and my ride smelled like a to***co museum.
So I sit down.
Trying to act professional.
But my brain screaming:
“She knows too much.”
She starts looking over my proposal and she’s nodding.
She said:
“This is actually really good.”
I’m like:
“Thank you.”
Trying to keep my voice from shaking.
She said she was impressed and she’s going to talk to the head of housekeeping to see if they could use me.
Then she hit me with the line that made my heart warm:
“Even if it’s temporary, I’ll find somewhere to put you.”
Babe… when I tell you I almost cried AGAIN.
Because you don’t understand how much that meant.
When you’re trying so hard, and everything feels like it’s falling apart…
God will send you a sign like:
“Keep going.”
ENDING THOUGHTS FOR YOU, BABY
So I walked out that hotel with my head high.
Still smelling a little like cigarette trauma…
But my spirit felt clean.
Because babe, that’s why I am who I am.
I talk to people.
I’m real.
I’m honest.
I’m funny.
And even when I’m tired…
I keep going.
Because I’m building something for us my family
For my future.
For my family.
And I swear on everything… I'm going to make it
But God sent me a hug…
and a blessing…
right on time.
A & A Cleaning Service LLC
