She had bright, hot pink, curly hair. It looked fake...she was black. She was wearing an oversized shirt and big jeans, and yelling out to people she knew. I looked at her and dismissed her as "ghetto", one of "those" people who are too loud and have no social graces and don't care about anyone but themselves.
But then, the cashier at the customer service turned to us and asked who was next. Hot Pink looked at me and smiled and said "she was next".
Never judge a book by it's cover. I should know that by now.
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