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by Dave N.
My work uniform looks very similar to a border patrol uniform. The gas station I go to in the morning usually has construction and landscaping workers gassing up and buying breakfast tacos. Sometimes the store empties out pretty quickly when I walk in. I held the door open for a guy as he was walking in, and he looked bewildered. He was clearly from South of the border, and I wasn’t sure if his confusion was because of my uniform, or the fact that I am a man holding the door for another man, or both. It’s not uncommon for men to hold the door for other men in Texas.
My drive to work takes me down a rural farm-to-market road, where deer are abundant. There’s deer crossing sign I pass every morning. Someone sharpied a massive dong on the picture of the bounding deer. The dong has been on there for at least three years, since I began that route to work. It brings me a bit of joy every time I pass the sign, and I hope the well-endowed deer will remain there for years to come.