He told me about how displeased he was with the quality of his long island iced tea at this restaurant that was highly recommended.
I understood his angst.
I told him about how, on my way to dinner, I saw this man, clearly poor, being pushed around by the cops.
I think he understood too.
Category: Disparity
Friday, August 28, 2009
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