Currently I am in my own hotel room in Missouri, wondering when I became old enough to be on a “business trip”. I have no clue what to do with my own hotel room that is twice the size of my bedroom with a bed twice the size as my own, my own bathroom, or cable (which my roommates and I don’t want to pay for). However, that is beside the point.

My manager and I flew into St. Louis yesterday, and had a 2 hour drive to where we are working for the week. On the way, we drove through a few shady parts of the city…

My Manager: It sure is a good thing you are with me Leize Marie because if we get in trouble, I have street cred.

Me: Mmmmm hmmmm.

About an hour later, we were scanning through the available radio stations in the middle-of-nowhere, Missouri and found Kris-Kross “Jump”.

My Manager: OH YEAH BOOOOOY! Uh. Uh. This is what I am talking about (as he used his free hand to “raise the roof”). See Leize Marie, I told you I had street cred.

He then changed the station…

My Manager: But only in small doses.

20 minutes later after losing the classic rock station, we found Puff Daddy, Mase, and The Notorious B.I.G.- “I’ll be Missing You”.

My Manager: AGAIN! So great! YEAH. YEAH. (Plays the dashboard like a turn-table). Street cred Leize Marie. Street cred.

Throughout the day he continued to point out ways that he has “street cred”.the conversation overflowed into the lunch drive with our hosts.

My Manager: I keep trying to tell Leize Marie to stick with me because I have street cred, but she doesn’t believe me.

Me: Listen, I have AT LEAST ten times as much “street cred” as you. You come from the land of Polo and argyle- Connecticut.

I thought this would stop him. I was wrong. After lunch in the conference room he continued his argument.

My Manager: Leize Marie will be happy to have me with her when we are staying in St. Louis. You know, because I have street cred. Maybe I will go out wearing an over-sized Cardinals jersey with Pujols or something to fit in East St. Louis. 

Me: Yeah right. You’re still from the land of Polo and argyle. Polo and argyle.

My Manager: I am down with that side of town.

Me: Clearly…

My Manager: See, you can see my street cred in the way I rhyme. I will get out of the car, and they will see me walk my walk and talk my talk and they will know not to mess…

Me: Comforting.