Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Phone call.
Me and some friends were planning to go this Cajun restaurant in a (black) neighborhood, but the website didn't have hours on, for some odd reason, so I called them. I was busy and they were busy, so the conversation was very barebones and matter-of-fact, but at the end, when I was like, "Thank you," the (black) woman who answered replied, still very brusquely and business-like, "No problem, darling," and then we both hung up because we had shit to do.
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