“Why they got these lame-ass bumps here?” he whined to his friend.
The stupidity didn’t stop. Bristling, I finally said, “That’s Braille. So the blind can use ATMs, too.”
“My bad. I didn’t mean…”
I turned away, just as his friend cackled, “That your REAL hair, MISS?”
I spat, “Is THAT all you got? Please.”