…at the (Irish-y) burger joint on the first floor of a historic hotel where I now work
1) “How are you doing?”, the one (big personality) (redheaded) (Irish-American) owner was like to me, wanting to know how my training was going.
And, she affirmed again that however long it took was fine, to take time and train more if you need it, but she was just checking in to see how it was going.
2) In the back dining room, this group of (old) (white) farmer people are having a larger (birthday?) celebration, and at the end of the meal someone breaks out several large white baker’s cartons filled with specially-made sugar cookies frosted to resemble cow’s heads.
3) “You’re [woman’s first name ending in -ie]’s son?!”, some customer asks my one (white) (young) (gay-ish) (ponytailed) coworker, who grew up a town over.
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