On Saturday I took my mom to an urgent care clinic near my house for treatment of an upper respiratory infection. It was the weekend, and my mom’s doctor’s office was closed. Plus, it wasn’t an emergency.
So there we were leaving the clinic about 45 minutes later, when I spotted a black Mercedes parked next to my car. I didn’t look to see who was behind the wheel.
A moment later, I’m sitting in my parked car returning a text message, when something told me to look up. Right there, less than 3 feet from my front bumper, stood former reality TV star Amber Rose.
Even with her back turned to me, I recognized that artificial, double wide arse of hers.
The 34-year-old socialite was clad in a money green tracksuit that complimented her blonde buzz cut hair. She cast a quick sideways glance at me while holding the clinic door open for a slender young man whom I recognized as her boyfriend, Atlanta rapper 21 Savage.
He looked like he weighed 98 lbs, and he walked bent over with slouched shoulders. They looked like a mommy taking her little boy to the clinic.
“He must be sick,” reasoned my mother, who is from the old country where no man allows a woman to hold a door open for him.
Amber had a flat expression on her face that showed zero emotion.
Amber was spotted at LAX airport on Friday, Nov. 3, so she must have flown to Atlanta to take her ailing man to the doctor.
No, I did not take pictures of them. Why would I sit right outside the clinic door taking pictures of people entering or leaving?
Some things are sacred. Hospital and clinic grounds should be off limits to paparazzi.
That particular urgent care clinic is a favored destination for ailing celebrities due to its location in the heart of Buckhead and its proximity to Lenox Square Mall and the upscale Shops of Buckhead and Phipps Plaza.
I hope 21 is going be alright.
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