...about the homeless people around town in the one college town that I now live in:
My one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones carries pepper spray in her purse for when she's walking home at night, and both her and my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker won't tell the random homeless people who sometimes sit on our front patio furniture very occasionally to move, even if it's just the (very short) (lemon-sucking faced) (old) (white) woman, since they're all friends with one another and if any one of them got mad, they could go tell the others and gang up on them and come at them out of nowhere.
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