The other day on a cool cloudy day around 11:30am I went to go mail out a couple books to a friend and his longtime girlfriend who are getting married, as my wedding present for them.
"How are you doing today?", the (older) (black) (female) postal employee asked me, in a firm monotone voice.
"Sleepy!", I was like.
"Don't even say that," she was, still in her firm monotone voice.
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