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Tell me about it. So we get on the elevator to our hotel floor. We're surrounded by not one white face. I didn't know what to do. Every eye was focused on this idiot's shirt. My wife and I had been exchanging a few words of conversation with an older black woman before getting on the elevator about how friendly everybody in the city was, and then she looked at HIM and went, "Oh, but I don't know, I'm not sure he's very friendly." God damn. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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