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At Costco about a year ago on a jam-packed Sunday afternoon, cart to cart in the aisles. My wife typically leaves the cart with me to get products and sometimes yells questions back at me as I navigate the cart through traffic. This one time she is behind me a ways in the aisle and yells, "Should I get a case of black beans?"
I barely heard her and turned around pissed off and yell back, "Black what?"...as I stare into the beady eyes of a middle aged African American woman. Those were three awkward seconds where she was offended for no damn reason.
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