I was just standing there. I had stopped to let them pass. They, him and his therapist, stopped and were looking at me. I was a little trapped between a closed door and them.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing....mumble, mumble..."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing..."
I looked at him...thinking about what I thought I had heard.
"Did you just call me a white crazy Mormon?"
"Yes." I think he was worried he was in trouble.
"You should have been more specific by saying I am a white crazy female Mormon."
....no, he was okay with me being the white crazy Mormon...all the other white Mormons that work with me aren't crazy....according to him anyway.... I got a good laugh out of that one for a couple of days.
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