Around that same time, one very cold morning on the commute in to the art school, I apparently just missed a bus, and a (short) (late middle-aged) (hard-living) (white) (townie) woman at the bus stop said as much when I asked her if she'd been waiting long.
Not too long after, an old (Chinese) woman muffled up and with shopping bags shuffles up, and in accented English says hi to the townie woman, and they then spoke a bit about the weather.
I found that wonderful; the neighborhood has a reputation for (white) (lower-class) racism, and it's nice to see that proximity of different kinds of people has led to apparently genuine friendly interactions.
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