It's a gray, drizzly day here in the Frisco. Even so, I needed to go to the bank. The hotel concierge directed me to what turns out to be the very first Bank of America ever.
That's right. You read that correctly. The very first Bank of America ever. Eh-ver.
So I went in and completed a couple of fiduciary transactions. It smelled old in there. Completely in keeping with it being the very first Bank of America ever.
This guy is a racist. I'm sorry, I don't like to cast aspersions on cab drivers I don't know. But this guy had many, many opinions on the racial identity and proclivities of the assorted drivers thwarting him. Failure to properly accelerate at a green light? Idiot Chinese. Slow left turn? FOTB Cambodian (Fresh Off The Boat). Don't even get him started on how many blacks are taking over the cab business.
I'm sorry, but I don't do racism. Makes my blood boil. I almost jumped out of his cab in protest. And I would've! But it was raining. So I decided to stay there and punish him with a withering gaze and repudiational silence. Teach him to mess with me... A white man!
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