SharkEatingBreakfast,

Back when I was young, I waited in a hot, minimally air-conditioned government building in Tennessee. For nearly 3 hours.

I finally went to the front desk and asked if I was even supposed to be there today, as my name had not been called.

The lady at the desk asked my name, and I gave her my last name, which sounds vaguely foreign. She looked surprised, leaned forward, and whispered “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were white!” And immediately ushered me through.

I moved out of that god-foesaken town / state months later.

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