I had to laugh when I saw this on someone’s facebook page.
You see, there is a quite funny story that J & I have in reference to “get down” (and it is certainly not what you think). Get your minds out of the gutter.
When J & I started
“courting” dating, he would fly here to NOLA, and I would fly to see him in Atlanta. We dated long distance for close to 3 years. Back when you could meet someone at his/her gate before 9-11, I would always wait for J at his designated gate.
The first time I picked him up at the airport, I asked J if he wanted me to “get down”. The phone went blank. I am not sure if he was really really happy or simply shocked at my potty mouth. In Cajun, “get down” means… do you want me to park the car, get out of the car, walk, and meet you at your airport gate? He got the biggest chuckle when I told him the meaning of our “get down”.
After that first time, he always expected me to “get down” at the airport.
15 years later, I guess it worked. LOL!
Got down, y’all!