my closet door is totally messed up, and my landlord and i were on the phone, determining the details of when the handyperson could come over and fix it.
"his name is alex, and i have to warn you of something: cher, he's black."
i pause. and????
"i don't care--"
"no, it's just -- you might be afraid. but he's a very nice man."
"isaac, i'm not afraid! i'm not racist. i don't care what color his skin is--"
"it's just -- you live alone, a single woman. and-- sometimes--people get scared when they see him. and he's worked for me for years, for six years, and he's a good man, he's a very good--"
"as long as he fixes my closet, i don't care if he's purple."