Another Harlem tale

At the local diner this morning:  A woman walks inside to ask for napkins for her runny nose– it’s 17 degrees.  Meanwhile her homegirl holds the door to the diner wide open for her. First woman proceeds to strike up a conversation with the cashier and her homegirl outside (“Ya’ll serve breakfast up in here?”  “Girl, they got breakfast! You ever ate here!?”).  Dude next to me at the register says what I’m thinking: “Let the door go!  It’s cold!”).  Their priceless reply?  “Shut up!  Zip yo’ damn coat up!”  I should have eaten breakfast at home.

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