On a rainy Sunday afternoon, pre-workout, I approach the girl behind the counter at my gym. She mostly deals in fresh towels and electrolytes, and she doesn’t like me — not sure why, but she’s blatant. And so right in front of her I go, “I’ll take the red Gatorade — the fruit punch flavor . . . ?” And right in front of me she goes, “We’re all out of the red Gatorade. The. Fruit. Punch. Flavor.” “But it’s right there, I can see it,” I say, beginning to point. “No, you’re color blind,” she says, beginning to point at living. 
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