I saw ICE cops pull into the retail area down the road. So I was not surprised when I ran into a wall of police I had to pass through. A uniform accosted me:
"Do you have a driver's license, primary employment, and you'll be entering E.B. Wyatt's [nearby store] in the next thirty days?" He then handed me a Frisbee with advertising for Pubb Realty. "Thank you for being white."
"Late stage capitalism," I muttered.
A young cop enjoined, "Capitaline!"
I responded, "More like end-of-the-line."
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