The other month I dreamnt –-
I’m in a large sterile corporate lobby with just a big grey desk on industrial carpet, and a (young) (black) woman is standing behind it and going with me through the contract returning my rental car, and it’s on two different sheets of paper splayed across a manila folder, and I carefully look through all of the boxes denoting the different very specific parts of the car, to make sure that they’re all marked as undamaged, and as I look through everything and double-check with her that there was indeed no damage marked on my car when I returned it, I notice that on the right there’s a column where she has checked different aspects of her own experience with me as a customer, and under the box marked “Customer Conversations” there’s a tick-mark indicating that her experience was “Oppressive,” and right away I know that all of my neurotic questions to make sure that I didn’t get charged for car damage were a very tedious and annoying experience for her.
And then, I wake up.
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(. . .)
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