The day I finished cleaning out my closet, I then went to go by the bank and then up to the store to do my grocery shopping.
A few blocks away from the bank, the sky opened up and rain just began pouring on down, and so I ran up a bit to stand under an awning sticking out from a house over the sidewalk, and so did a (fat) (low class) (white) woman with a bad complexion.
"You got the right idea!", I said, as I ran under the awning too.
"Good thing I'm not sugar," she was like.
"Huh?", I was like.
"Good thing I'm not sugar," she was like, "Because if I was sugar, I'd melt."
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