Current mood: absurdly proud
As I was ushered through the SSSS (super special secret security? seriously silly stripping shenanigans?) line, the kindly (??!!) TSA folk observed my markedly limping gait. The agent in charge of my sniff tests (for my possessions) gently inquired about my injury. For once, I took notice of the person I was talking to (a larger, older, and exceedingly dark African-American gentleman) and did not go on and on about the horrors of my blacktoe, how terrible it was that my toe was black, that my blacktoe was being discriminated against, and how the Man was keeping the blacktoe down, etc. Instead, as I meekly lamented about my aching and angry purple toe, he smiled sympathetically and told me to "take care."
That so never happens to me! I am the original foot-in-mouth awkward girl! Hooray! Personal growth and awareness of others may have occurred!
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