Some locals:

1) The (later middle-aged) (white) woman with (pulled-back) (gray) hair who works the one stand that I always patronize at the farmer’s market says that her ragweed allergies are really bad this year, and she looked out at the field one afternoon and you could just see the wind blowing and kicking up this large yellow cloud that hung over the fields.

2) As I take a shortcut one evening like 10pm through the parking lot of the local public library, I round a bush and there is a (plump) (early 50s) (bearded) (black) man with kind but psychologically off eyes sitting on a blanket like he’s laid it out for a picnic, only it’s on the concrete in this one secluded part of the parking lot that you can’t really see from the nearby sidewalks, and he has some plastic bags and other bags scattered all around him on the ground.

3) This (very young) (slightly dark-skinned) (chubby-cheeked) (Asian from Asia) guy comes in the restaurant – he’s presumably a new student at the local university? – and after my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker takes his order, she is like, “He is Thai, I knew it,” and she keeps calling him “the nice Thai boy.”