We work in the same company but at different locations. I was near your branch so decided to stop by and visit friends. When I asked for one, you said he was busy. Then I asked for someone else. Busy. I identified myself as a colleague—pulled out my fucking business card, even—yet you wouldn't believe me. Finally, someone convinced you to let me in the office. You barked out orders on how to enter the building. "You don't have to give me instructions—I've been here many times before," I replied. "Really?" you snorted. "I've worked here for 15 years and never seen you." I had never seen you before either, but I didn't treat you like shit. By the way, dreadlocks for white guys went out with the 1980s.
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