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The other day at work, Cassie - a very pale young lady with red hair - was waiting on a black couple who needed to place an order. While she was working with them on it, an older white lady came up and started hovering around them and huffing. Cassie, being already involved with her customers, smiled an acknowledgement at her and continued to work with the black couple. After a short time, the white lady got mad and insisted that Cassie help her. "You must be racist!" the lady said.

Wait. The white girl is racist for helping black people instead of a white person? When the black people had been there first anyway?

The mind boggles.

The Flight of the Horny Bumblebee

It is apparently Bumblebee Mating Season. They are flying all over the place in fat, cuddly, buzzy little pairs. One lone bee has taken up a job as sentry of my staircase; he buzzes around, inspecting each person to climb the stairs. I never want to just walk through him - I don't want to incite him to sting - so I generally allow him to do his security check, and then ask him politely to fly aside. He usually does. He's a very well-mannered little bee.

I'm not sure what he likes about my staircase. I have no flowering plants - no plants of any kind, in fact - and I don't know what else bumblebees like that would make him decide to fly near my staircase all the time.

It's kind of cute to have a bumblebee sentry, though.

At least he's not a froward bee. Nor a zombee.