I'm going to tell you a tale. This particular tale is one which occurred today at work. Do not confuse it for an allegory in regards to globalism. It is not.
You're black, not mexican. And if your mom had come in, there would have probably been a big fuss because people would have mistaken her for Michael Jackson.
I've actually had this idea for a book for a while now. It takes place in a gorcery store during a terrorist attack and follows a teenager through a 13 hour day but the book would examine a bunch of other characters, similar to Trainspotting.
That would be pretty neat. I always thought about what I would do if terrorists decided to attack Farmer Jack for some reason. It usually ended with me forcing the back door open and then fleeing the scene in a shopping cart.
Every customer knows that stores don't actually want to sell anything. Inventory becomes such a hassle that way. If you intend to buy something, you have to trick the employees into revealing its secret hiding place.
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...Well, maybe.
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Classic.
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