dinsdag 17 mei 2011

I remember....

... one time when I was working in the supermarket that someone did not wanted to be helped by me, because of my skin. She asked for the boss, so I called mister Masereeuw. He was angry but he stayed rather civil. He simply told the person that she could be helped by me or leave. And that she should stop insulting me, because I was not dirty and good in my work.

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