1) As I bike past the parking garage of the police station near me, a(n old) (Asian) woman in sunglasses and a bright red coat with a bright red backpack is singing something operatic very loudly as she strolls along by herself, but when I look over at her and she catches my inadvertent smile, she grows solemn and stops.
2) As I stop to rack my bikeshare bicycle halfway through my ride, this (older) (black) woman on the sidewalk a bit down the block uses a white cane to hobble along in short skirts, high boots, a thin black jacket, and a leopard-print scarf, and every once in a while she pauses and hocks a loud spit.
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