You work the night shift with a tiny man inside a bear suit. His human body is soft and fragile, like an egg, but from inside the bear suit he appears many times his normal size. He rests a honey pot on his chin and keeps forgetting your name. How’s it hangin’ Marv he asks through wet, golden teeth. You remind him your name is not Marv. And that you’re a woman. He says it can be hard for him to tell “you people” apart, and reaches over to use your stapler to filet his salmon.