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With being on the grind to get MIST off the ground, my fledgling political campaign, and my writing career, I've been a bit derelict on the blog tip. In particular The Imani Files. I try to do it on Thursday, but I'm going to have to do it when I can. This one is too good to wait.

Last night Imani, her Uncle Hayward, and I went to the Sixers-Knicks game. I used to not want to take Imani to games without Taneshia, because she's too old to have to go potty in the men's room. Fortunately somebody hipped me to the family bathroom, and since then its been all good.

So last night after downing a hot dog, a pretzel, a water ice, and some cotton candy, Imani lets me know she has to go potty. She's pretty good about letting me know in public so, the three minute walk to the family bathroom was uneventful. The door is locked. We knock on it. "Just a minute", says the female voice from the other side of the door. Four or so minutes pass. Now Imani says, "Daddy I really have to go". I'm not quite stressed, but I'm annoyed. I hate when people take their own sweet time in public bathrooms. Another two minutes pass, and the door starts to creak open. A woman and A MAN, come out of the bathroom. Though the bathroom is reasonably clean, how foul can two grown people with enough money to pay for basketball tickets be? I mean who voluntarily does the deed in a bathroom at a basketball game?

Anyway, as the two horny little devils walk out of the family bathroom, Imani says to me, "Daddy, why does that big girl need that man to help her go potty"?