how i met Bun B

First off, this is Bun B, in case you don't know.  Now on with the story.

I was at Premium Goods, in Rice Village, just looking around when one of the girls that works there said "Hey, Bun, what up?"  I didn't really pay attention to it until I heard Bun speak.  You could tell it was him.  I was just waiting for him to start rapping.  So anyways, I try not to make a big deal out of it, while I begin to text people, "OmGz.  Bun B is in the same store as me!"  While I'm paying for a shirt, the girl that's checking me out (not checking me out in the "wants my body" sense) starts talking to Bun who's in line behind me.  She inquires if he's doing any shows anytime soon and he said he might hang out backstage at the Jay-Z/Mary J. Blige show coming this Thursday.  I turn and ask him if he knows about RZA coming to town.  He said he heard something about it, but it wasn't set in stone.  He asked how I knew about it and I said the internet.  Then he gave me a record deal and made me Pimp C's replacement.  Okay, maybe not, but if I had talked to him more, it could've happened.

Interesting things:
-Bun is short.  I'm a measly 5'7" and he was barely an inch or so taller than me.  Note to self:  Midget strippers and a wide-angle lens can do a lot for your image.
-He was walking around wearing a shirt dedicated to Pimp C, jeans, socks and sandals.  Only in the South is that attire acceptable.
-As I walked out of the store, I saw his Lexus LS.  Keys in the ignition, car still running, some obscure Screw Song jamming.  I know this is a waste of money, a waste of gas, and a danger to the environment.  But come on.  It's Bun B.