The first table I ever waited on was a group of fun-loving, sassy black women who -- despite their meager tip -- fawned over me, pinched my butt, and indulged my rarely seen desire to break dance mid-shift. It was love at first sight.
The only complaint I received from the bunch was a heartfelt, "This ba-NAN-a margarita needs some more ba-NAAA-nuh." And I was happy to oblige with a complimentary shot of Creme de banane. For when they don't like you, you better run, but when the sassy black woman finds a place for you in her heart, it's an unbreakable bond.
And thus, with fondness in my fingertips and runs in my singing scheme, I proudly present my Ode to a Sassy Black woman.
And you shrugged "Wassup?"
I said "That's absurd"