The other week the subway is stalled out on the platform with the doors open, and this (white) woman from the corner of the car starts getting impatient, and she gets up from her seat and starts pacing, and she looks vaguely familiar...
She also has clothing that's brightly colored and slightly mismatched, which makes her look mentally ill.
After a minute of her frantic pacing, she goes to the door and yells out to the platform, "HEY, WE GONNA GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD AND GET MOVING OR WHAT?" -
And as soon as she does that, I recognize her as that one bartender from the bar with the plywood sign, the one who doesn't serve drinks to (black) people.
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