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I guess...at times...I can be a little offensive.
Whodathought.

In the lounge at the end of the hallway, in my "place of employment" is a very loud (and African American; normally I'd say black, I'm trying here) man yucking it up all over the place. He has the entire room (of other African Americans) just bustin a gut. When I casually referred to him as Tyler Perry...I may have been offensive.

In a conversation with my coworker about the Chinese plates her mother-in-law gave her for Christmas, I commented on how she must be "REALLY Chinese." I dunno.

The racial theme ends here.

I got my Broccoli on right before the roomie's D-to the-ate came over to pick her up. There may have been some comments about the offensive odor. Just trying to get in some zero-point foods that's all. Leafy greens are totally where it's at.

The boo's very sweet madre really did it up with the Navidad gifts for Sarita. In addition to my freakishly soft Lands End fleece (that I've pretty much lived in since December 25th) I opened up a Nordstrom box o' slippers. Any shopper in their right mind would have thought the same thing, "What will I exchange these for...?" If you're the logical (and frugal) gal that I am, you know Nordi's is the BOMB when it comes to return policies...and the answer to that question is a pair of tights and thirty extra bucks in my wallet. Being oblivious, as I may or may not have been called before, I openly shared this joyous event. Oops. Offensive. I attempted a rebuttal after my stern talking to: When is your mom EVER gonna see me in (or not in, in this case) slippers?! Camon!

I might have attempted some neighbor-bonding with a rant or two:
"Man, who's Oldsmobile is taking up one of our parking spaces?! That thing never leaves. They need to tow the P.O.S!"
"Oh. That's my husband's. He gets really sensitive when I bring up getting it fixed...and it's a Buick."
Welp see ya later.

We try our best. That's all anyone can ask of us.

Peace.

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