You go, she held her purse.

Michelle V. Rowley
Adelphi, MD

I was in my supermarket recently. I had just left the gym, dressed in my tights, Puma gym bag, iphone in hand, black hoodie. I was about to turn onto an aisle at the same time as an elderly white woman. Out of respect for her age and slower speed, I slowed down to let her go ahead of me and then I came to a stand still so she wouldn’t feel the need to rush. Instead, she grabbed her pocket book from the the upper level of the cart and positioned it tightly beneath her arm. I am a university professor. You go, she held her purse.


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