A few weeks ago my dept. had its annual holiday breakfast, where there's a buffet for like 3 hours and everyone from professors to students to administrative assistants sit around and chit-chat.
I sat down with some (female) (African-American) administrative assistants I know, and after talking for a long while (can't remember why) about swimming and where we learned to swim and where we swam as kids (which led them to talking about how some of the city's water parks got shut down b/c of gangs), somehow we started talking about local businesses, and I said it was sad how the university when it renovated this one building displaced a very good Caribbean cafe that had good business but could never find equivalent facilities to re-open and so closed down.
"Cafe what?", the one administrative assistant was like.
"Cafe [2nd half of the restaurant's name," the other administrative assistant was like.
"Where is that?", the one administrative assistant was like.
"Oh you know," she said, and described the location. "I know you've been here, we all went there for lunch, and you ordered a hamburger, and I remember thinking, 'Oh no she didn't.'"
And at that, she leaned over and put her hand on the other administrative assistant's shoulder and laughed like they were long-time girlfriends.
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