1) The one (introverted) (white) manager with tattoos suggests in the week leading up to graduation that if I have some spare time, I should re-fold the t-shirts in the entry display case, since they got messed up and I like to clean things.
2) A small table of a handful of (older) (white) people are in and the lady says that it's her 95th birthday and she wants wine, so I'm like, "Are you getting a bottle?", and she's like "Oh no, not that much!", so when they leave I tell them that even if they're not painting the town red tonight, I hope that they at least manage to paint it a light pink.
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