Thuggin’ From Afar

My daughter Quent really knows how to turn a phrase.

A couple of days ago, we were on our way to Sonic for Happy Hour limeades after a hot and sun-drenched two-hour hike around town.   Of course, two hours away from her phone is about the outer limit, so she was already busily chatting away with one of her friends as I drove.

Trapped in the car with her, I couldn’t help but overhear Quent’s conversation.  She was telling one of her friends about a mutual acquaintance who had posted some generalized offensive statements on her Facebook page about unnamed females she evidently didn’t like.

Quent was indignant:  “I know she doesn’t think she’s talking about us.  Just posting all sorts of stuff supposed to make her look hard.  She can’t even name anyone.  She’s just thuggin’ from afar.”

Thuggin from afar.  I liked it immediately.

However, it appeared that Quent’s friend needed the phrase broken down.

“Thuggin from afar.”  Pause.  “From afar.  You know, from a distance.  She’s thuggin from a distance,”  Quent helpfully elaborated for her buddy.

“You actually have to explain that?”  I asked.  “Wow.”

“Mom.”  She put her hand up to silence me.

“Well, keep talking then.   I’ll just order myself a limeade.”