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What do you do when you walk into a Pizza Place? You order, wait at least 30 minutes, 
right?  Yes, and then the only other option is to listen, never dreaming you can also learn.

The delivery lady, a young, black who is exhausted bolts through the door carrying the same 
large pizza warmers that she left with an hour ago. Bedragled and void of smile, she stops at 
the counter saying,  "Whew,what a night I done had!"

"Girl, what chew doin back here? You still got dem pizzas? What happened"?

"It wuzn't on the boulevard. It was down dis gravel road and my car bumped all over all dem 
holes.  Dey ain't on the boulevard, dey ain't!  Aint no people dere"!

"Girl, Waz da matter wit you? I gave yew a map"!

"Yeah, I knowed but dey didn't have no money to pay me wit" 

"Girl, dey done paid by credit card. You gotta go back dere now!"

An older delivery man is sitting at a table waiting to pick up his order to deliver 
it "somewhere" and he shouts loud,  "Girl, Welcome to my world!" then he adds
"I gotta go pick up my daughter but if I can work an extra hour, I'll get a friend to pick her 
up."

OMG, I can feel their pain but do they really have any pain? This is a normal work week for 
them and they are grateful for that extra hour of work to get that pay. 
This is the real world. I don't live in the real world and I don't think that I ever did. 
Talk to me..

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